If you’ve been following this blog at all over time, you know that I’ve got some sadistic desire to keep track of exactly how many times I’ve tapped out over my career. I’ve even set a goal. I’d like to eventually be able to say that I’ve tapped out 10,000 times. Well, I’ve hit what feels like the first landmark along that road. 500.
It’s actually funny because my master, inquiring about how many taps I’d made it to so far, learned that I was poised at 496 taps. I guess he wanted to be number 500, so he proceeded to bring out the “B” game. I’m not going to call it the “A” game, because I know better, but it was solid “B” game. The catch was we were only doing 4 minute rounds. Do you think he was able to tap me out 4 times in 4 minutes?
Let’s just say the count officially stood at 501 by the end of that day, thanks in part to another blue belt running up the score after my master was done. He did claim the right to number 500, on three consecutive arm bars and a kimura from guard. He had plenty of time to adjust his gi, tighten his belt, and stretch in between taps too. It was…oh hell, I paid some dues. It’s what white belts do.