This is it. Tonight marks four months. Well, a little more than four months. I started Brazilian Jiu Jitsu just before Thanksgiving. I committed myself until the end of March, and started this blog to make me stick to it. You see, with this blog, I could gain support from others as I weathered the newbie storm. And since the blog was a public proclamation (anonymous as it is!), I would feel debilitating shame to tell the whole World Wide Web that I failed to stick out the four months. This blog has served me well! I thank all of you who have offered support, encouragement, pearls of wisdom and nuggets of truth as I braved snow banks higher than my waist to fight strange men in an industrial-park dojo with a dimly-lit and seldom-frequented parking lot.
This has indeed been an epic journey. In my travels, I have faced the Bone Crusher, the Kidneyberg, the Bloody Gi, and the Assistant Little League Coach. I have been choked by mouth guards and men. I have been tortured by endless rib pain. I have grabbed things not meant for my hands. Yet still I dutifully pressed on. With fancy panties as trusty companions, I faced fear and feelings of inadequacy as I traversed the Underworld of BJJ and came out . . . alive, but with a few bruises on my shins.
I have come to love this sport. I have been transformed. I do not completely know how yet. But I know the old me was never locked in a combat so desperate that I dropped an F-bomb at my competitor, pissed that he was foiling my best laid plans to break his arm. (Oh, yeah. It was an “F.U.” This is when I ask you all to tell me how you swore at your partners so that I feel better about myself. Please?)