I find myself feeling very rusty., I find doubt creeping in where there used to be either certainty or a kind of winning angst!
I guess this is beyond the peak: when you have climbed the peak you always knew you could, while the higher ones have always needed too much planning, time, money and over all committment to go do.
IN trying to be all rational and set realistic goals, I lose everything.
I have also a concentration and "blank page" thing going on: a kind of cognitive dyslexia. I don't see what I need to see in sails, courses
However, I worry too much: Training is as necessary as breating. If you don't train then you can't expect to come back on form: Sergio Blanco never "trained" but he played with such committment that this was training to a natural born athelete.
In Shorinkii Kempo, my pre sailing winter sport, any Dan turning up at a new Dojho would be expected to do some Katas and "udje guje getame" : a simple wrist pin and thow from the waist. In fact, like a gybe, it is not simple and can be broken down into hundreds of facets and fractions of a second.
So the moral is in sailing, each new season, chop water, fetch wood.
Friday, June 11, 2010
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