One Day, This Will All Be Over
A meditation on the death of your martial arts journey.
I still remember the early days like they were yesterday.
I’ll never forget squeezing my chunky little prepubescent body into a singlet, trotting out onto the mat in my little black wrestling shoes, and getting slammed on my head.
Over and over again.
I’ll never forget the feeling of being 13 years old and watching my opp…