Pain is kind of funny.
I like to think of it as nature’s way of saying “Knock that shit off!”
But in a really annoying way.
I recently did something that made nature bitch slap me to get my attention.
I am in my 40’s.
That is not a bad thing, but it is something that needs to be given some respect.
Respect for the things that hurt and avoid them if you can.
That being said, here is the snapshot.
I began going to a new gym last year.
The gym focuses on the martial arts.
Good work outs.
Lots of jiu jitsu, judo, muay thai, you name it.
Hard, make you sweat type classes.
Hard enough to make a chubby 40-something think a grappling tournament is a good idea.
I was one of the first to arrive at the grappling place.
I signed up and then sat there for the next hour or so, watching the late teens, early 20’s competitors come in and register.
It was at this point that two things began.
Swamp ass and worry.
The two seem to go together like peas and carrots.
And sitting on a plastic folding chair does not help.
In fact, plastic seats only exacerbate the issue, ass-wise.
However, not an unknown condition, so its kind of par for the course.
Its a little daunting to realize that there is enough of an age difference between yourself and everyone else in the tourny that you could have fathered everyone else in it.
And not just at 18, like you could have held off of fathering an entire dojo of grapplers until your late 20’s.
It makes you pause, and perhaps shit yourself a little at the same time.
Here is the really silly part.
Its a type of grappling that no one in the building had ever done before.
A recently revived Norwegian grappling form that is being promoted by a few, but no one you have ever run into before.
In the end, it was a lot of fun, and I managed to come in third.
Good for me.
Did I get hurt?
Jury is still out.
We will know more tomorrow, once my aged body has had a chance to think it over and freak out properly.
I am sure I have a whole slew of pulls and tears that I am currently unaware of.
Like I said, par for the course.
The next tournament is 3 months away.
Just enough time to heal up and be prepared.
And, whats missing is that there should be a little thought in the back of my head that says “You are old enough to know better.
Perhaps my head has decided its had enough of my shit and it trying to get me hurt.
And how do you fight that one?
Turns out I am my own arch nemesis.
Like a split personality that turns out to be Lex Luthor. (Old school.)