PJ's or Uniform?

Tuesday night rolled around and as 8:00pm closed in I found myself looking at my PJ’s on one pile and my uniform neatly folded and ready to go on the other.  How easy it would be to justify choosing jammies saying to myself ‘next Tuesday’, knowing full well that I can find an excuse to put something off once easily enough and that every time after it only gets easier.  With that in mind sparing it was.  For the week prior I hadn’t felt any anxiety about the thought of sparing after such a long time that was until I was on the floor.  All of a sudden I started to sweat, my mouth went dry, I started to feel paralysis in my legs, okay maybe not paralysis, but definitely anxiety and trouble breathing and I hadn’t even started anything yet.  How is it that a person can forget how to breathe?  Does the body not just automatically do it without me having to think about it and constantly remind myself? 

The truth is that sparing has never been my absolute favorite thing to do and I have avoided opportunities that would allow me the chance to overcome this.  What better way to conquer a fear or to get better at something than to meet it head on gloves a blazing, well not blazing YET!  What growth will come by running in the opposite direction? 

As I looked at my fellow students Tuesday night I felt a calming.  I have known most of these people in one capacity or another for quite some time.  There truly wasn’t a safer or more controlled place to get in some much needed rounds. I’d like to thank Sifu Sharida Csillag for answering my call for girls and for the rest of the guys who were extremely patient and took it a little easier on me. It was a great night and I can honestly say a great time! 

Thank you again,

Alana Regier

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