But what about Judo?

Part of the ritual of revealing the move to Hong Kong to friends and family was being asked the inevitable question “…but what about Judo?”. I found the question irritating both in frequency and insistence, repeatedly replying what became a rehearsed routine.

“Yea I’m going to carry on, I’ve found a few clubs so I’ll be able to train there.”

I couldn’t quite pin down the source of my irritation at the time. Couldn’t people see how serious I was about judo? Can’t they see how hard I work? Why would they think I would stop? Did they think I was just going to give up on my dream? Were they doubting that I would be successful?

Travel broadens the mind but it also broadens the geographical and temporal distance between your past experiences and the now. This distance allows you to reflect and gain perspective, to digest and dissect. I see now that I was offended by this question because it forced me to confront the risk I was taking in moving so far away from a setting in which I was making good progress.

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Polite Persistence Presents Opportunity

Once I knew we were moving to Hong Kong training took a back seat. Not only was I very busy making all the preparations, but I also wanted to make the most of my last few months in the UK surrounded by friends and family. As a result I reduced my training schedule to around twice a week with one weights session for around a month and a half before we left, and after arriving, training has been extremely disrupted as we adapt to our new home and environment.

Having a break from training and competing is not a bad thing, in fact, I think it’s important to have these breaks as it forces you to have perspective, assess your priorities, and helps you remember that you are not defined by your athletic career. This perspective helps you to understand what really matters to you, and it has made me unfalteringly sure that I am a judo athlete hungry for success. Continue reading

Jiu Jitsu needs no translation.

As some of you might know, Sam and I like to fight. Sometimes with each other, sometimes with others, but mostly in a structured and sanctioned context. We had great intentions of getting straight back to training the second we touched down in Hong Kong but we did a lot of celebrating instead. (Please refer to picture of bottle of cider in a cocktail).

We’d done a lot of research before we arrived so we had an idea of where we would like to train. On our first week of work we decided to visit “Hong Kong Jiu Jitsu” for our first venture into martial arts in Asia.

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