I stayed up a little later than usual last night (I watched an extra episode of Kitchen Nightmares, one of my few TV indulgences), so I was kind of dragging all day today. As a result, I wasn’t sure how I would fare in jiu jitsu tonight. Sometimes I wonder why I’m putting myself through such harsh training at my age. If I had to psychoanalyze myself, I would have to say a big part of it is my fear of growing old. It happens to all of us, but jiu jitsu training reminds me that I’m not dead yet. I still have some fight left in me, even if I can’t physically do some of the things the younger guys can do. Actually, I feel like my jiu jitsu is slowly starting to turn a corner. My guard passing has improved a lot in the past few months. My defense and bottom game have steadily improved as well. I have no idea how long it will take me to become truly competent in jiu jitsu, but I feel like I’m well on my way.