Well, that’s the first BJJ session post-injury in the bag and behind me. I can happily say that it won’t get any worse than it did tonight. A hot night under the low roof of the grappling area, in the Gi, and seven minute rounds with pretty much everyone who has been training hard over the last couple of months since my injury. I’m sitting here with a nice beer in my left hand, not because I wanted a beer but because I really need something cold against my wrist, grappling gives you a great forearm workout but when you haven’t gripped anything tightly in 3 months it’s a bit too much.
In all seriousness though I had fun… for a while. BJJ is like a drug to me and I’ve been caged in a plaster of paris Betty Ford clinic since July. (When you meet me next I want you to congratulate me on that metaphor) It’s been really frustrating sitting out the sessions and having to watch everyone else roll. If anyone else gets injured they get to sit at home and watch the football, I have to go through torture watching people train. But I got my fix tonight at least and maybe if anyone fancies it I’ll roll with them on Saturday at 12.30 or so too.
I’m already feeling the effects of this slightly less than triumphant return, but I’m so glad to be back.