Live hard. Love harder…

Today, we hit it hard down at Steelwood with Grappy and my 3PP friends. With nearly twenty five minutes left in the training, I rang the bell. Since starting this discipline back in August of 2010, I’ve maybe quit on one other occasion. Today it wasn’t normal fatigue that stopped me, it was simple, unipolar depression. My heart is still heavy from losing our Teeks and somehow that made my legs feel like boat anchors. I quit. Not good.

Last night, one of my favorite teams had a disastrous outing. Their opponent was outstanding but something just seemed off with our OSU grapplers. When you evaluate your performance and the performances of those on your team, keep in mind that it’s the mind, more often, that matters most. If the minds not right, the legs, shots, and normal moves, will be off too. Give the benefit of the doubt to your teammates, at least until you notice it’s in fact a pattern. This team will bounce back, you can count on it. I will too. Today, I quit. I’m not a quitter, however. Hard on self, not down on self. Show up, grapplers, and get back after it on Sunday. Good.

Live hard. Love harder (Thanks, Teeks)…

5 thoughts on “Live hard. Love harder…

  1. I am very sorry to hear about your loss, Chet. Losing something you care about is one of the worst feelings imaginable. Hold onto those great memories, it will help get you through. My heart goes out to you and your family. My sincere condolences.

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