My day goes a little something like this… Wake up, drink coffee, go to work, fix computers, get bitched at by users, take bus home, yell at kids, feed kids, kiss wife, pray, go to bed. Repeat.
Not exciting by any stretch of the imagination but fulfilling in its certainty. I enjoy the averageness of my life. However, since taking jiu-jitsu, twice a week for about an hour a day, I become something else. I get to strap on an ankle brace, don a Gi, tie on a martial arts belt and escape my reality. I get to channel my inner Superman or Batman. I become a sort of an overweight, middle-aged, Filipino superhero… Gray-Hair Guy or Outta-Breath Dude or Tap-Man.
Jiu-jitsu has been helpful in relieving the stresses of the day. No matter what’s bothering me, there’s nothing like doing burpees to make me forget about that user who said, “The IT department sucks.” Or getting choked within a few seconds of passing out to help forget about the guy who made fun of my Windows phone. Or having an arm bar applied to help overlook that my kid’s room is a freakin’ mess and I’ve told them a million times to clean it and they just look at me like I’m an idiot for getting mad and that they haven’t taken the trash out or fed the freakin’ dog and they wonder why I drink so much and… Okay… Okay… I got side tracked there for a moment. Sorry.
(Finding my happy place… Breath!) As I was saying, jiu-jitsu is great for relieving all that. Getting on the mat gives me no choice but to focus on the task at hand. With jiu-jitsu, I must live in the moment. My body is gasping for oxygen after warm-ups so I have to concentrate on my breathing. In and out… In and out. (That’s what a hamburger’s all about…) Sometimes there is a lot of information given about a specific technique so focus is a must. Pull his collar. Insert your hand with an under grip. Lean in. Now paint the mat with your other hand. Then during sparring, my partner is trying to twist my arm off or make me pass out so I have to clear my head and think. How should I tap this time? So worrying about how best to punish my kids will have to wait until after class, for this hour belongs to me.
Faster than the drive-thru at Alberto’s… More powerful than the smell of an unwashed Gi… It’s a bird… It’s a plane… It’s Tap-Man!! – FunkyDaddyJ