There comes a point in our lives where we all "used to be" something. I used to be manic about training. Four to five nights a week I would be jogging or on the 'kick bag' or at the Dojo. I had goals that kept me off the couch.
When you come home from work, have a beer or wine with your wife, have a meal together as a family and then deal with the mountain of dishes (the size of which oddly is inversely proportional to the complexity of the gastronomic delight just created and consumed prior), it can be very difficult indeed to drag yourself into your trainers and out the door into the wind and rain. But, as I said, I had goals; whether they be fight training or training for grading.
Without goals the commitment to train seems to have slipped through the cracks that appear as a result of the rigors of my daily life. I refer to this as 'life getting in the way'. But is that really such a bad thing?
No matter how cluttered my garage was there was always a space around the periphery of my kick bag. It was rather like a shrine or deity, always available to me and accepting of me. No matter the mood I was in when I commenced my 3 minute mantras, I always felt rejuvenated after.
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But life has closed in around my kick bag and come between it and me. In this instance, 'life' is defined as
'dance props'. Now my daughter is the one that needs the opportunity to connect with her deity. With competitions only weeks away, my space has given way to hers and my training time has become hers in the commitments I made to build her dance props. Am I OK with that? I think so......for now at least.
I know my time will come again and the bag and I will be re-united.
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