I was at a writing retreat this month and I saw a friend of mine, Deb. Deb is Japanese. She was so excited to tell me about her trip to L.A. a while back when she was able to attend a sumo tournament. I'm so jealous! She said, "The minute I saw the sumo wrestlers, I thought of you!"
I laughed--when people see sumo, they think of me. Ha haha.
Disclosure: I'm a 5 foot 1 inch white woman not really in a sumo weight class.
Another friend listening was perplexed as to why you'd want to attend such a thing, and wrinkled her nose.
Deb said, "They're amazing. They're so huge, you can't even believe it. But they've got a grace, almost a weightlessness. They float."
She also said it was easy to tell the guys who were just there for fun, who had no training. They stomped and lumbered and were gawky and clumsy and just fat. But the real sumo wrestlers weren't fat. They were taut and like helium balloons with strength.
Thank you, Deb. Very cool.