Saturday, November 29 2014
at the physiotherapist told me (for those of you who don't know what happened, I'll explain what happend in full detail next blog). Yesterday the chance was given to me to prove that the physiotherapist was right. My first tournament in 8 months. Opponents, be prepared :)
Hengelo is where the JTP autumn tournament would take place, so that was my destination. For some reason the organisation decided my group would be the first group, and we had to gather and weigh at 7:30 AM, which meant I had to get up at 5:30 AM. Ughh.
Waking up that morning was not that easy. In fact, I was dead tired. Luckily my father made me a cup of coffee. I now know why students appreciate caffeine in the morning. I felt a little better after a steaming cup of coffee. We left at 6:00 AM and we drove to Hengelo in the silence of the morning.
I'm glad my weight was correct, because if it wasn't, I would be forced to lose it by running laps around the building. Try running laps at 7:30 AM, and I'll promise you'll not enjoy it.
After an exhausting warming-up I was ready to start the tournament. I was the first of the judoka to start, and I had to fight a guy who was a little shorter than me. Unfortunately, in all my tiredness, I lost the first match in about 15 seconds. I was incredibly disappointed in myself, and I swore I would win the next match. I don't know how seriously I took my oath, but in the second match I knocked my opponent out when I threw him on the tatami (mat). He didn't move for about 15 seconds, and then he started hyperventilating. It was really scary.
I won the rest of my matches that day, and I ended up in 3rd place. I could've done better, but still I was proud of what I accomplished. I could now honestly say that I'm back!