I don't want to train, I train.

This is something I've heard over and over for a very long time but before I got to the parking lot I started to forget about it. It's a simple concept that I've only started to put into practise. 

I will grade for my black belt this year.  

I will not be able to do that if I don't start to control my training. I can't rely on talent alone of which my Kung Fu skills are no where near being good enough anyway. 

I must accept that I need to apply myself to train in a way that's sustainable daily.  This morning I most certainly didn't want to train. However there was something nagging at me in the back my brain.  Something that kept getting louder and louder so that I couldn't ignore it anymore. It was the promise I made to myself, that promise of mastery. Down I went into my training hall and started to train.  Slowly at first, just swinging my stick and loosening up.  Things started to feel better, looser and then they felt great!  I did what I needed to do, more because I want to live up to that promise I made to myself than anything else.  

Mr. Repay