Well I have been home now for about a week and a half now and the jet lag is finally fading – that 15 hour time difference hits harder on the return now in my late 30s. There were also other circumstances delaying my recap, but I’ll get into that later.
This was my first time back in Japan since before Covid in 2019 and to say I had been looking forward to it would be a massive understatement. I was caught completely off guard however by the huge wave of emotions that hit as my plane lifted off from Nashville early that morning. I was thankful to have a window seat and the cover of darkness as the waves of realization hit and became reality – of how much I had done over the last several years to make this happen again. I ugly cried for the majority of that short flight from Nashville to the Atlanta hub where I would catch the connecting flight onward to Tokyo.
The flight from Atlanta to Tokyo was rather rough as it was just over 15 hours long and I had a nausea inducing migraine for the majority of it. My weight was already good for making 62 kg getting on the flight, so dehydrating was definitely not part of the plan; but as we all know, things don’t always go according to plan.
My flight arrived in Tokyo around 2 pm so I took my time and checked my weight before going to customs, I was at that point about 60.8 kg so I started trying to sip some fluids since that was far below my intended weight at that point due to dehydration. After clearing customs I sat at the airport until about 4 pm since there was no point going to my hotel in central Tokyo to drop my bags when I would then have to immediately turn around and come back down for weigh ins right after doing so.
My official weight for the masters division was 60.1 kg (that is 134.4 lbs). After making weight I grabbed my bags and made my way to the metro station for the 30 min train ride to find my hotel.
I chose to once again stay in a capsule style hotel, this time in Akihabara (aka: electric town/anime central). I really like capsule style hotels because they tend to be centrally located near main train stations and offer great amenities such as premium hair/skin care products, spa services, and such like. This one gave me a fresh bag with my towel set and pajamas every day and I did not have to pack any toiletries since everything they provide is luxury quality. I don’t need a lot of space either, since I’m not hanging out in a hotel room all day and just need a safe comfortable place to sleep at night.
I tanked out pretty quickly after getting checked in and putting my stuff away. I was worried about having to fight first thing in the morning after flying in and weighing in the night before, but since they were running the amateur event the same day, the masters event was set to start in the early afternoon so I could have a little chill time.
As far as how my matches went, well it wasn’t my best day. I could make excuses but that’s all they would be. It doesn’t really matter what the excuses are, I either brought it that day or I didn’t – and that day I didn’t. I was feeling pretty cruddy about it since the masters division was supposed to be my actual focus for this trip and the pro division was going to be my “f*ck it I’m here, may as well” division.
This was the marquee going through my brain after those matches, while of course keeping a smile on my face of good sportsmanship: “should I not have dropped my walking weight so low and have just done the 70 kg division? Should I have not tried to do two divisions, just done one and done a more reasonable water cut for the last few lbs instead? Was it an actual injury or just me being weak? Was it the migraine aftereffects? Should I have flown in earlier? Am I just a washed-up has-been? Were they right when certain people told me a few years ago that at a certain age you just can’t expect to compete anymore? Am I too broken to make it back for real? Did I not train enough? Did I waste my training partner’s time for this?” You know, the whole doom spiral that tries to hit when you feel like you embarrass yourself spectacularly.
There was nothing else to do but keep moving forward of course. I had to hang around at the venue for a few more hours to wait for the weigh ins to open up for the professional division event (that event was the following day). I was still struggling to rehydrate and ended up weighing in for that at 61.35 kg, so that some was progress at least!
The mood the next morning on the warmup mats for the professional match was quite more serious than the day before. I won’t go into too detail about my matches but I will say I felt so much better about my performance overall in the pro division than I did in the masters division the day before. Each match was dramatically different, and they do double elimination at these big events for brown and black belt matches so I went 2:2 and took 4th place, just missing the podium (and some sweet $$).
So, the overall lesson learned from this after the spiral of the day before is that I was a dumbass and shouldn’t fly for 18 hours to the other side fo the world, weigh in the same day of arrival, and then compete the day after I arrive. I could get away with that in my 20s and early 30s: but apparently it’s a no go in my late 30s. One extra day of recovery and I was a much less embarrassing version of myself – still not perfect of course, but much improved. Yes, I should know better but I’m thickheaded and need to be reminded sometimes that I’m not invincible. When I do the Grand Slam in Abu Dhabi this May I plan to arrive several days before the event so I will have time to recover from the trip before weigh ins and competing.
Part 2 I’ll get into some of the fun exploration stuff! I went on a temple pilgrimage in Ueno Park!
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