oh, the places you'll go..
so i think this merits an update...
Sunday was possibly the best day i've had in a long time. i found that piece to the puzzle i'd been missing. you know, the one that allows you to see the whole picture for what it is... and helps you realize what the hell you've been doing all this time.
i found fighters.
i found competition.
i found myself...
Amir is a classmate of mine @ KSU. he trains taekwondo. he teaches gymnastics. he likes competing.
so we've got a few things to talk about...
he's been getting together with other friends to practice on sundays and he invited me a while back. I was in such a funk...i half-heartedly accepted the invitation.
what was i thinking?
finally, i took him up on the offer last sunday and met them at a gym off johnson ferry rd.anxious and eager to finally be doing somthing i like for myself with no distracting thoughts weighing me down.
just my leg weights...
i arrived early and started warming up with a few tumbling passes to get loose. we busted a few tricks, loosened up, and stretched.
not caring who would show up yet anxious to meet them, i was wired. his friend Jeremy said he studies mixed martial arts, Muay Thai, Shaolin and some other arts, so i asked him for a match.
never underestimate the skinny fast kids...
that match ended quickly with jeremy trying to tap out of an armbar. i was satisfied, though he did manage to land some good strikes.
we'll have to work on that...
people start arriveing and the old memory register some familiar faces from a tournament i watched a while back... faces i had chose to remember for a good reason.
that tournament was the 2005 TaeKwonDo U.S. Open.
i remembered that the two fighters entering the school had both placed during that Olympic qualifier...
i remembered that the competition there was nothing short of insane...
i remembered my promise to myself to fight among them...
and win.
We trained for nearly 3 hours together. Each of us working our best to test with out testing, to push ourselves against ourselves without giving way to the others. i watched with a hawk's eyes.
i saw the minute steps of their feet as they faked an attack...
i saw how those steps changed when the attackwas real...
i saw myself absorb and assimilate new strategies and tactics...
to win.
i did not find enemies.
i found fighters.
i found competition and inspiration.
i found that fire inside. it had lain dormant for so long. nearly forgotten, yet still smoldering.
Rekindled in my core, it has reminded me of what it is I do...
what i can do...
what i will do...
what i have to do...
Sunday was possibly the best day i've had in a long time. i found that piece to the puzzle i'd been missing. you know, the one that allows you to see the whole picture for what it is... and helps you realize what the hell you've been doing all this time.
i found fighters.
i found competition.
i found myself...
Amir is a classmate of mine @ KSU. he trains taekwondo. he teaches gymnastics. he likes competing.
so we've got a few things to talk about...
he's been getting together with other friends to practice on sundays and he invited me a while back. I was in such a funk...i half-heartedly accepted the invitation.
what was i thinking?
finally, i took him up on the offer last sunday and met them at a gym off johnson ferry rd.anxious and eager to finally be doing somthing i like for myself with no distracting thoughts weighing me down.
just my leg weights...
i arrived early and started warming up with a few tumbling passes to get loose. we busted a few tricks, loosened up, and stretched.
not caring who would show up yet anxious to meet them, i was wired. his friend Jeremy said he studies mixed martial arts, Muay Thai, Shaolin and some other arts, so i asked him for a match.
never underestimate the skinny fast kids...
that match ended quickly with jeremy trying to tap out of an armbar. i was satisfied, though he did manage to land some good strikes.
we'll have to work on that...
people start arriveing and the old memory register some familiar faces from a tournament i watched a while back... faces i had chose to remember for a good reason.
that tournament was the 2005 TaeKwonDo U.S. Open.
i remembered that the two fighters entering the school had both placed during that Olympic qualifier...
i remembered that the competition there was nothing short of insane...
i remembered my promise to myself to fight among them...
and win.
We trained for nearly 3 hours together. Each of us working our best to test with out testing, to push ourselves against ourselves without giving way to the others. i watched with a hawk's eyes.
i saw the minute steps of their feet as they faked an attack...
i saw how those steps changed when the attackwas real...
i saw myself absorb and assimilate new strategies and tactics...
to win.
i did not find enemies.
i found fighters.
i found competition and inspiration.
i found that fire inside. it had lain dormant for so long. nearly forgotten, yet still smoldering.
Rekindled in my core, it has reminded me of what it is I do...
what i can do...
what i will do...
what i have to do...