...and boy are my arms tired.
(You know what, whatever. I've always liked that joke.)
Seriously, they are tired, as are other regions of me.
But it was great. I had never done wrestling or any martial art save karate when I was a kid - but that was far from anything that could be called combat - and I am neither explosive nor athletic. Add that to my small size (5'3'' and 125) and I was prepared for an even more punishing incarnation of the manhandling everyone says you'll get on your first day. And I suppose I got it. But not in a bad way. The gym I went to was chill, and the class was small. (This was in Louisville on Derby day, so you can imagine the low attendance.) And that turned out just fine.
The class was basically what I expected: guard passes, some specific things for the day, and then rolling. There were people of different sizes and skillsets, so no mismatches when it came to partnering - although I did sit out and just watch some of the more advanced stuff.
By the end I was destroyed. Tired, lightheaded, with foreshadowings of soreness. But not in a bad way.
All in all, super cool, and if you are like I was, procrastinating on walking into a gym, then give it a shot.
But that's enough writing for now. I just made myself a pizza, and I plan to eat the whole thing. (Take note, mollcutpurse.)
P.S. I need to buy a gi and belt, etc. What would you folks recommend?