Ben is a purple belt now, two stripes, and he wanted to check out a local gym. Kevin is a brand new white belt, and for all intents and purposes, so am I.
We rolled for a couple hours. I felt surprisingly good, I went in thinking my long layoff from BJJ would get me pretty much wrecked in the gym. However, wrestling seems to never die. Though I constantly found myself in spots where I'd say, "I used to know what to do here", I only rarely got into trouble.
I got tapped a few times, no shame in that, mostly due to white belt mistakes I forgot I'm prone to. I tapped a few guys too, one by arm triangle, which I've never hit.
After each time I rolled with a kid, though, he'd ask me how much I weighed. Once I told them, "170", they'd usually seem surprised. One kid told me I felt like I weighed 300. I got a lot of compliments on my strength, which I put to use often to make up for my lack of BJJ skill. It's strange to suddenly be a "strong" kid in the gym. I've spent most of my wrestling/bjj time as a weak kid going on technique and heart.
But motherfucker this ain't back in the day. Shit done changed.
Nothing like some time with the Charles Bronson Crew to hammer the last trace of subtlety out of you.
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