So it’s been several months and well, I’ve started to get some messages about where the rest of my Pink Elephant Series went… Well, friends, I’m just not very good at Jiu Jitsu. That’s not to say I don’t do it, I do lots of things I’m not particularly good at.  I run (slowly).  I cook (occasionally).  I walk and chew gum at the same time. I also go to Jiu Jitsu class, usually at least a couple times a week, sometimes 3 or 4 times depending on my schedule.  And most days when my brain isn’t full of parenting dilemmas or the last client I had at work, I try my very best. So I guess I could tell you what I’ve learned.  It’s not what you expect. 1. Whoever was worried I might get hurt should have been worrying about the other guys. I have never said “I’m Sorry” more times in my life.  I have kneed people in the face, elbowed them in the ribs, and I’m slightly concerned that there may be a few guys left unable to have children by the time I learn how to keep my feet to myself.  2.  Hair elastics are a no-go.    They fall off within 1 minute of rolling every time.  Between adjusting my Gi top/belt that I’m still terrible at tying, and redoing my hair, I feel like I spend far too much time fixing myself up in class.  So I gave up. My fight name shall be Medusa. 3. Some bruises are harder to explain…