I know what they say—size doesn’t matter. But
let’s be honest. That’s a myth in just about any arena.
When you are tiny, everyone is bigger than you.
Brand new white belts can muscle you. Brand new white belts freak out when they
see you because you they are like, “Oh, damn! A 100# brown-belted, middle-aged
woman creeping toward AARP eligibility. Damn! If she beats me my penis will
fall off!”
The other night a new small dude joined our
gym. (Mind you, a small dude is still has about 35% more body weight than me.)
I was partnered with him to roll. We slapped hands. Immediately he leaped on me
like a starving zombie who has not seen quivering flesh since the Apocalypse. Or like Voldemort attacking Harry Potter.
Small Guy had no idea what he was doing, but he did it anyway. Well-muscled arms were
flying. His torso was thrown at my face several times. I’m sure when the five
minutes were up, he was thinking, “I survived a brown belt!” I was thinking, “I
am so glad I do not have a broken finger or tooth.”
Staying safe is usually top on my mind unless I
am rolling with one of a handful of “pre-qualified” people. If you
have tips, tricks, or mindset tweaks that can help me here, I am all ears.
Wait!
I promised myself I wasn’t going to complain about being small anymore! Oh, well, Screw that.
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