The Man in the Mirror
So today I caught my own eye as I walked past a mirror; and I saw a lot more than just the dull grey of my iris…
About a year ago, I started to lose interest in training; not conciously, it just seemed to fade away like the colour of a cheap pair of jeans, washed too many times in a machine. Where once I was training 4-5 days a week, I got to the stage where 1-2 times a week would be all I managed.
The worst part about this was that I KNEW I wasn’t putting the hours in; I just didn’t care. I’d go to a training session and go through the motions, then I’d come away and, if you were to ask me 30 minutes later what we’d done that say, I’d have had no idea.
Just a year ago, I’d have told you step-by-step, told you what I’d worked out to evolve my game; I’d even be able to tell you the colour of shirt my sparring partners were wearing. But now, the passion that used to flow from me, was reduced to small drips; evaporating rapidly.
But today I saw something in my eye, and felt something in my heart, that I’d been missing a long time.
Since my injury, all I can think about it how much time I wasted when I could’ve been training; all I want to do is train. This injury may end up being a good thing for me, afterall.
…so there you are, Dan, where the hell have you been for so long?…welcome back!
