Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu Homecoming and Claustrophobia

Holidays, sickness, family, laziness, they have all kept me away from BJJ for the last month or so.  Tonight I went back and it was just like a homecoming.  I was warmly greeted by my BJJ family.  I realized how much I missed them and they let me know I was missed.  It was great.  I had a a interesting experiences in class that I can’t go without mentioning.  It was a very eventful night. 

I came face to face with my old nemesis claustrophobia.  Mark, our instructor, was demonstrating what looked liked a reversed scarf hold.  I was the dummy.  I started to get claustrophobia.  We weren’t moving.  He was just explaining.  I had a few minutes, which seemed like hours, to think about what I was feeling.  I knew I wasn’t in danger and that Mark would quickly let go if I tapped.  But there inside of me was the panic.  It wouldn’t go away no matter how I reasoned with it.  I felt irritated that it was so primal and that I couldn’t banish it with the obvious fact that I was in no immediate danger.   I controlled it.  I didn’t tap.  What I learned in that short while was I will always have fear and I can master it.  I had a internal battle and won.  The war rages on.

Jiu-Jitsu is Life and Life is Jiu-Jitsu

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