One week to go

Wow! The weeks fly past don't they? In Wellington for a long weekend. Not a gi in sight. Very strange times. I'll be pleased when it's done. The question at the moment isn't 'will I forget?' it's more, 'how will I cope when I do forget?'

Breathe, lower the stance, relax, and just let it flow. As my husband likes to say..."you've done all the work, it's all in the kete, just let it out now."

Fun times.

Four weeks!

Whoa, this is the big one. Three more serious weeks of training, a quiet week and then my grading. Kinda worried, kinda blasé. Weird times. I know I'm fit, I know I've done heaps but also know that on the day I'll feel every sloppy kick and mistimed technique, and wonder what I should have done more of. When I'm put under pressure it all flies out of my head so quickly.

I don't want to be judged as unworthy.

I hope my spirit, technique and strength all unite to pull me through on the day.

Weary
Jo