I just got back from competing in the Quebec Open in Montreal. Canada. This was a doozy of a tournament.
Never, EVER have I felt as awful in a tournament as I did at this one. I honestly don't know what happened. I barely cut--I even ate the morning of weigh ins--was fully hydrated, mentally prepared, etc. but my body was NOT having it. I was getting sick in between fights, trembling, pale, hot then cold flashes, wiped of all energy, and had sporadic episodes of vertigo. Overall....awful.
This isn't an excuse for losing to the eventual champion; it just clearly wasn't my day. I can't take that away from her. We will meet again, quite frequently, so I'll have another shot at her.
Though it was a rough day for me, and I'm disappointed with a third place finish, I'm also proud of myself. I'm proud that I pushed through the nausea. I'm proud that I had the guts to keep going, even when every part of my body was telling me no. I'm proud that I didn't pull out of the tournament after I was sick and dead after my second fight. I'm proud that even after having nothing in the gas tank and getting sick twice, I still stepped on that mat two more times, eventually fighting for and winning the bronze medal.
It was one of the worst tournaments I've had, but I proved to myself that I'm tougher than I thought and got a bronze medal out of the deal. I can't be too disappointed. It's time to rest, feel better, then get back at it to prepare for Australia. I'm just hopping this bug or whatever I have goes away soon... :/
Never, EVER have I felt as awful in a tournament as I did at this one. I honestly don't know what happened. I barely cut--I even ate the morning of weigh ins--was fully hydrated, mentally prepared, etc. but my body was NOT having it. I was getting sick in between fights, trembling, pale, hot then cold flashes, wiped of all energy, and had sporadic episodes of vertigo. Overall....awful.
This isn't an excuse for losing to the eventual champion; it just clearly wasn't my day. I can't take that away from her. We will meet again, quite frequently, so I'll have another shot at her.
Though it was a rough day for me, and I'm disappointed with a third place finish, I'm also proud of myself. I'm proud that I pushed through the nausea. I'm proud that I had the guts to keep going, even when every part of my body was telling me no. I'm proud that I didn't pull out of the tournament after I was sick and dead after my second fight. I'm proud that even after having nothing in the gas tank and getting sick twice, I still stepped on that mat two more times, eventually fighting for and winning the bronze medal.
It was one of the worst tournaments I've had, but I proved to myself that I'm tougher than I thought and got a bronze medal out of the deal. I can't be too disappointed. It's time to rest, feel better, then get back at it to prepare for Australia. I'm just hopping this bug or whatever I have goes away soon... :/