With Halloween right around the corner, it is only appropriate that I share a spooky story that rattled me to the bone. It all began one fateful Monday evening. I had gone to the previous three jiu-jitsu classes during the free trial period, hoping to discover a hidden talent I had overlooked my whole life. It was the last class before the trial period ended and I had to decide whether I would fork over $130 to wrestle my friends. This was the jiu-jitsu club’s final chance to convince me to risk ringworm and cauliflower ear.
It started out smoothly enough. We did the usual tackling and tumbling. At one point, pinned down with my stomach vulnerable, I began to wonder, could tickling be a valid jiu-jitsu move? I pondered this and decided to ask an expert. “Why don’t we try it out?” they replied. That’s when it happened: one moment I was asking an innocent question and next I was in a leglock having my foot tickled. Suffice to say, I did not pay the club fees.
