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“I can’t join tonight. My legs are killing me,” I told Seth, who ran the BJJ class. He was in his white gi and black belt, standing just outside the door to the room. It was wall to wall mats since the class was completely on the ground, unless he was teaching takedowns. And then, there was no f*****g way I could get up and down for an hour.
“Heard you had a ruthless trainer.” He wasn’t talking about Gray because he wouldn’t have grinned. The ass-kicking Harper had handed to a bunch of us this morning had made its way around the gym. Seth was about five years older than me, was some kind of tech nerd and knew his s**t when it came to Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. He wasn’t a fighter and had no interest in MMA, although I knew he participated in BJJ specific competitions.
When I thought
