The past two weeks have been some of the longest of my life. I am quite sure I alienated most of my friends and loved ones.
Why, you ask?
Because I am slightly crazy, I respond.
Well, what the hell could turn you into a freak royale, you inquire?
It was karate tournament time, and I was completely freaked out. Okay, obsessed, really. So much so that I am pretty sure my husband was trying to find a place to stash
my body me until it was over. I don’t blame him, because I was crawling the walls like a young child hopped up on sugar and trying to demonstrate his/her ability to be a human bridge between the two sides of a door frame.
The good news, it is over. More great news is: Ben and I both came home with some hardware. I took second in sparring, and third in for my form. Ben was tied for second in forms and had to perform it again, which netted him a third place on his form. Our goal was to come home with a medal, and we achieved it. It was an incredibly long day fraught with nerves (this was our first tournament where we were expected to perform a form and spar), and by the end, there were tears shed by both of us.
No, they were not tears of happiness.
The lessons learned from the tournament, however, are very important.
My son learned that he is a fierce competitor and his competitive side rivals his mom’s. I think this shocked us all. He also learned that you can make an unintentional mistake, express regret and be forgiven by your peers. That priceless lesson was solidified when the instructors he so dearly admires told him of their similar situations when they were younger.
Lastly, he learned to brush it off and get back up again. After announcing he did not want to discuss the tournament any longer, later that night he inquired: “When is the next tournament?” After hearing the response of “Probably May,” his comment was, “Okay, I am ready for that one.”
Seriously, my kid is badass. And I told him I thought so. He was shocked at the curse words, but grinned from ear to ear.
My fatal flaw was that I took myself much too seriously, and I forgot to have fun and kick some ass. I learned that in a tournament, I need to stress less and focus more. I am so overjoyed to have my first tournament behind me. I too, am ready for the next tournament. Oh, and next time, I will remember to never enter a sparring match angry…
I did, however, get some great pictures of Ben and I competing (thank you to my awesome neighbor, Denise!!!! You are the rocking-est!!!) so I will also share them. Please do not mind that I look crazy and fat. It’s probably because, well… I, um, am…
Tonight’s black belt characteristic is brought to you by the value of modesty simply because it is not my strongest suit. Nor, did I demonstrate much of it on Saturday. I really need to remember to take it down a notch and keep chanting the words of my very good friend… “Dude, you are not. That. Hot.” This characteristic is also why I posted the picture and quote above – because sometimes I need a reminder that with every experience, good or bad, I am becoming better in many, many ways…