Martial arts are like exploring new planets, as practice and self-confidence unlock a world of possibilities far beyond what we used to consider our natural limits. I am currently 32. I've been training for a lifetime but I still find it hard to consider myself an athlete or a sportsman whatsoever. I wasn't born to do this. I am much of a romantic perpetual child, who works freelance in the gaming industry and puts humour and emotions above all else. I'm skinny. Before each competition I'm in, there is one odd moment when, wearing my dobok in the locker room, I am surrounded by a whole army of black belts whose bodies look like Greek statues. Then I feel like a dog in church. My muscles are outrageously thin and my joints are weak. I have to train wearing shoes and a pair of appalling insoles, even on a tatami mat. Regarding my mental strenght, I leave a lot to desire too. But you know what? I don't care if I can look like an alien, sitting unconfortably on an out of scale world. I still got kicks. And as long as I can give them, this planet is my home.
Bellissimo! :)
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