I was 7 years old when I stumbled into my first Brazilian jiu-jitsu class. My mom and I had gone out to a mall for breakfast and we passed by one of those boots handing out free trial flyers just outside the entrance to the mall. A week later, I was on the mat for the first time.I had the body of a wet noodle and the confidence of a world champion. Not exactly a winning combo. Still, I kept showing up every weekend, always leaving class with a smile on my face and a new stripe on my bell.Fast forward nine y ...