Note: I find the best way to work through something is to write it out. By the time I’m done writing, I’m feeling back to normal again. So here is one of those type of writings…
I get very frustrated trying to train for competitions, being the highest ranked girl at my gym (and a smaller girl at that). If someone is left sitting out on the side of the mats, it’s usually me or one of the other girls.
I don’t mind this when I’m not trying to prepare for an event, but when I’ve got a goal in mind, and I have to sit out because no one will make eye contact with me when it’s time to change partners… it’s really disheartening.
How Good Could I Be…
How good I could be if I was able to roll every round like the guys do?
How good could I be if I didn’t feel like every time I did get to roll, that someone was doing me a favor?
How good could I be if everyone would roll with me instead of just sitting on top of me until time is called?
How good could I be if I had a good training partner I could go toe to toe with and sharpen my skills against?
How good could I be if I got to go beyond just working defense on someone?
How good could I be if I actually got to finish subs instead of having them wrenched out of my properly placed hands?
How good could I be if I didn’t have to worry about my opponent getting more quality mat time in than I do?
How good could I be?
Seriously, I’d be awesome!
We all have the things we have to deal with when getting ready for my competitions. The point is, we all have to take what we have and make the most of it.
My frustrations become magnified when I’m training intensely. My brain works in efficiency mode pretty much non-stop, so when I get stalled, it really messes up my gears.
I’m trying to learn to shift gears.
If I have to sit a round, I take note and watch two of our upper level belts roll with one another. I study little things like the placement of their feet, how the hold their weight, a minor shift of a hand grip… and of course, the random cartwheel guard passes!
I am the one in charge of my response to my challenges. I’ll admit, some days I sulk in my office after practice. My coach has patiently listened to me rant at least once before each competition (it has become a tradition about 10 days before every tournament).
In the end, I pick myself up and get back at it. What other option is there? Quit? Ha! In the end, I push through the frustration and come out stronger and better on the other side. It’s just a part of the growing pains.
I will not let frustrations become excuses. Instead, I’m gonna use them as fuel.
So…
So I don’t have everything perfect?
So I have to count pennies to make tournament fees?
So I have to work a few extra hours?
So I have to push myself through circuits until I throw up?
So I have to wake up an hour earlier to get my conditioning in before anyone else shows up?
So I have to say no to distractions?
So I have to focus to the point where some people think I’ve lost it?
Yea… that’s the way it’s gonna be. In the end, I want to know that I’ve done the best that I can with what I have in my hands. It’s very rare few who have an “ideal” situation. If that is you, you had better be busting your butt, or I’m gonna bust it for you when I meet you on the mats.
And that, my friend, is a promise.
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