One Hundred and Forty-six

To train when the sun shines
To train when it doesn’t.

When it’s bitterly cold
and the mat feels like stone
or
hot and sticky,
the air almost too thick to breathe;
then too.

When I hurt
or
feel eighteen again;
simply get on the mat and train.

When others question
my method,
I train with a smile,
knowing as I do
that training is showing up,
suiting up
and moving.

Training
I progress slowly,
it’s cumulative
each little bit I learn adds to
what I know,
increasing the volume
of what I don’t
thereby,
affording me more opportunities to learn.

To train…
simple.