Justin Strickland
Two wrestlers grappling

White Belt

Lutteurs (The Wrestlers) Etienne Bocourt, 1875
2 min read
The alarm goes off, clock reads four amTime for BJJ againGrab your rashguard, belt, and giWater for when you get thirstyDeodorant, brush teeth, practice good hygieneOh no! It's already four fifteen!Hurry up! You're gonna be late for class!Burpees if you don’t move your ass!Four twenty-five, you made it, phew!Let's go learn some jiu-jitsu!“Gather round,” Professor speaks“Today we'll practice these techniques.”Mount escapes, better use your hipsBreak their posture, get good grips!My opponent sweeps, I'm in their guard!Protect your neck, man this is hard!Now I find myself crushed north southDid someone's sweat drip in my mouth?As I struggle from underneathI think stay calm, relax, just breatheI sigh with relief when the round finally endsWe extricate our tangled limbsFour rounds left, or maybe fiveHow much longer can I survive?I'm getting joint locked, I’m getting strangledRear naked choked, and also triangledSlap bump, the next round has begunI'm forced to tap to yet another submissionWhy do I do this? Am I insane?Subjecting my body to bruises and painSo much to learn, I feel so far behindDon't quit, keep going, embrace the grind“Do you think I'm improving?” I ask the professorHis reply, “Of course! You're getting much better!”Training is over, I smile and say“Thank you for choking me, have a nice day!”

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