Yeah, you heard me. They are the devil reincarnated, or some wicked shit like that. And I mean it out of deep respect for their athletic and martial abilities.
Jesus Christ, I just came from the no-gi BJJ class, and all was good and dandy until it came time for sparring. As we were rotating partners, I got paired up with this dude, a wrestler. Didn’t even know what hit me.
Wrestlers have a top game and move fast; this one was no exception. As we started, he shot for a takedown so fast that I accidentally knee him in the face… like hard, really hard. It was an accident, and I really felt bad because the knee was, like hard. You know, hard.
I stopped and checked if he was ok, and we resumed again. As we were juggling for position, he somehow neck-tied me (like a good wrestler would), pushed me down and went to grab my back. In the conmotion, I shot in while he was coming at me, and fuacata, I’m ramming my head on his chest. My neck cracked the same way a granola bar cracks when you take a bit at it.
Fortunately Josh, the instructor stopped the sparring session and pulled me aside for a minute or so. He gave a quick massage on the neck, check that I was ok, and resume sparring. Weird tingling sensation on my neck I tell you. Once class was over I put some tiger balm (I always carry that and icy-hot… you never know when you’ll need it.)
And now I’m at home with an ice pack on my neck. It hurts as I flex my neck back and forth, but only at the limits of my normal range of flexion. Also having an ice pack on your neck gives you this weird feeling in your eyeballs.
Nothing serious, but I surely hope I don’t wake up sore and unable to train tomorrow. That will blow and suck more than a vacuum cleaner.
Shit. Suckiness to the nth degree factorial.