Catching my breath
I think it's funny that I can go to my Jiu-Jitsu class. Spend an hour and a half rolling around and wrestling. Get home, sit down and it suddenly hits me exactly how hard I've been working. I really have been enjoying my lessons. Unfortunately some of the guys are getting really serious about it and have been taking lessons 4-5 nights a week. So the guys I was measuring myself against have shot leaps and bounds ahead of where I am.
I think martial arts is perfect for me. I push myself much harder and I forget how tired I am when I'm wrestling against someone.
I'm a competitive person. It's just part of my nature. I would throw the controller down and walk out when I got beat at a game. And that's after college. Mature I know.
Thanksgiving weekend was pleasant. Dezi and I stayed in town through Friday. Thursday we went to her grandparents house. I have been told there were 63 in attendance. And I don't doubt it. I'm a little more used to it now than I was, but I still reach my social quota pretty quickly.
Last weekend we went to Quanah. My grandparents where grand marshals of their little town's Christmas parade. We hadn't seen much of my mother's side of the family from the time that we got engaged. It was a nice weekend, but I think it's funny how we seem to be related to at least half of the town.
