I am sore, but not really any more sore than I’ve been in the past… it’s a good feeling, that ache that tells me I’ve pushed my muscles a bit further than they wanted to go. The worst part is the sleepiness. Just about the time we’re getting started each night is when I’m usually already in bed…
It will be worth it. I keep telling myself that.
When I tie on a brown belt after only being a blue belt for a week, it will be worth it.
When I get my black belt by March instead of July, it will be worth it.
When I see the improvements in my technique from a week of repetition and focused training, it will be worth it.
When I can be an example of hard work and perseverance to my son, it is worth it.
One of my classmates said last night that her decision to attend rank camp has nothing to do with jumping a belt. For her, it’s to get an infusion of that passion and motivation that keeps us going on our journey. I didn’t sign up to get that, but I’m getting it anyway. Thank you, Mr. H, for giving me a chance to remind myself why I love this sport.
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