Then last year I rolled with a black belt. It was like a different game. I'm a big dude, but I could not move this guy. It was like trying to move a car, it just rocked a little as he looked at me with amusement and pity. He did the same stuff I know, just better. And he knew what I was thinking before I knew it. He's got top half guard, and Im fighting for an underhook. As I think, "Ok, he cant choke me with 1 hand, he won't go for the brabo", he goes, "You know I can still sink this with 1 hand, right?".
He did, and he looked bored doing it.
I miss rolling. I miss the art. I miss getting destroyed by upper belts who could seemingly read my mind, and yet were doing everything I could, just way better.
I can’t wait to get back.
I still suck at inversions though
I’m doing PT right now and then planning a return.
And yeah, the inversion thing was mostly a joke :) I prefer seeing things right-side up :)
I will warn you, though: BJJ may not be a cure for the depression you may or may not be in right now. I realized I was putting BJJ up on a pedestal during the depression, thinking "If only I could do that again, things would be looking much brighter." It turns out returning was great, and I love being back, but it in and of itself is not life therapy.
People are the most interesting things in the word.