My jujitsu instructor invited me to compete this March. I shook my head, wide-eyed. He looked at me steadily, and I became unsure of what he was looking for, so I just looked back. Finally, he turned to another student and asked her, and she agreed. Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe I should’ve just gone for it. I’m not getting any younger. But I feel so green. Last semester was pretty much a waste as far as jujitsu went. I was so flakey. Maybe I’ll aim for a summer competition.