If I remember correctly, I’ve already written that I’m constantly fighting two battles. One against my rolling partner, and the other against my inner self. That inner self is made up of both my body and my mind. Sore shoulders, neck, back, chest, elbow — and the list goes on. And then there’s my mind, full of fears and mental blockages, acting like a handbrake on a car.
Nevertheless, this Friday marked my 25th class.
After the warm-up, we practiced defenses against sweeps. At the end of the session, I completed five three-minute rounds of rolling with different partners: three white belts, one brown belt, and one purple belt. My best — or better said, my least bad — round was against the purple belt. He’s also a 40+ guy.
I often come across the question of when a white belt should start sparring. I started sparring from my very first class, three months ago. I still remember asking the guy I was rolling with, “What am I supposed to do now?” He answered, “It’s my third class today!” Hahaha.
It probably has both pros and cons. I was thrown straight into the fire, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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