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The Truth in Jiu-Jitsu

The Truth in Jiu-Jitsu

200 pounds crush down, the weight slows breath, arms frame the onslaught. A brief respite against the pressure. Get to your side, get to your side I repeat to myself in silence. A slight chance opens, I slide out, the weight seems lifted, I explode. An obvious mistake, perpetual motion pushes the weight to my back. An arm wraps tight around my neck. Two on one, two on one I repeat to myself. Too slow… The action is futile, blood and air to my brain come slower than life needs. Biting down I try to withstand the inevitable. Blackness builds around the edges of my eyes, the release of death doesn’t seem far away. My hand taps my partner, air and blood flow back at normal speeds, a smile rests on my face. Rolling to my knees sweat beads off my forehead, head hangs low only for a moment. Deep breaths cement the idea I’m still here.

“Ready?” My training partner asks. A slap of hands and a knuckle bump start the process again.