I decided to take a different way to BJJ United today (Saturday). Instead of the Market-Frankford line to Broad Street line to 55 bus, I took my bike on a regional rail train to the Jenkintown-Wyncote stop which is about a mile away from the school. The problem is that I got lost. There are a lot of roads going out from the station, so it was a little disorienting and though I took the right road at first, I began to doubt myself and decided to ask for directions.
First, let me say to the dear people of Jenkintownâ€¦ I asked four of you for directions today. All four gave directions with outmost confidence, and all four were wrong. The worst one was the first one: a chatty couple of older ladies that told me to go in the opposite direction when I was just a minute away from the destination. This sent me on an 8 mile journey around the area, pictured above.
When I asked those ladies for directions there were about 5 minutes left before the start of practice. They asked me what brazilian jiu jitsu was and given that I still had hope of making it to practice on time, I hastily said that it was kind of like wrestling but more useful in a self-defense situation. Side note: I have no idea why I put it that way, but I was trying to relate it to their view of martial arts.
I was frustrated for having to backtrack. In fact, frustration would be the main theme for the next hour. I should say that I hate biking, and I really hate biking on hilly terrain. Jenkintown has more hills than the god damn stock market. Now, 8 miles on a bike is really not a big deal. But the combination of the fact that I was missing practice, that I was lost, that the fâ€™ing steep hills were making me work, that I badly had to take a piss all really put me to the test mentally. I told myself that even if I have to go another hour, I will make it to the school. I did make it, exactly an hour late (just as practice was wrapping up), which was awkward, because I didnâ€™t really think about how I would explain this. I basically came in, said hi, and went back home.
As I got home, I did a hard circuit workout to get the frustration out, and spent the rest of the day and night behind the computer happily programming.
Iâ€™m not sure this blog post has any value or meaning, but itâ€™s an experience. Iâ€™ve been trying new ways of doing things, getting places, etc, and sometimes that means you have to take the long way home: