Mood can be dictated by nature. Who can’t be lifted by the sight of the sun coming up, beams of light breaking through gaps in trees and falling on our faces, inspiring and wonderful? It has been a while since I felt such a sensation, preferring to spend this part of the year sweating in a gi rolling around the floor with some other men. But this can also dictate mood. Weirdly, it makes me feel good, it chills me out by putting me under immense pressure. Last night, the coach took a picture of me trying to rear naked choke my opponent. The intensity and focus in my eyes was ace.
Reflecting upon it, I spent most of that time surviving his attacks, from turtle position initially and then the top, only to take his back towards the end of the round. I would have got the submission if I had a little more time. I was not thinking about anything at this time. I could not tell you what music was on. I was not aware of the coach taking pictures. I was intent on surviving and then taking advantage when given an opportunity, which is what I did. I was totally zenned out to that moment and task, which is like a meditation to me. If only everyone could have these experiences.