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Bringing order to my life

Some times I think one of the things I love about my training is the structure it brings to my life. It tells me when to be at work, when to eat, when to sleep.  My whole life is directed by it.  It gives the structure that I need.  But I'm an adult right, I can still be responsible to get enough sleep, eat right, etc.  Apparently not.  This was my rest week post fight.  My chance to catch up with friends, not be so structured and not live by my training schedule.  Monday I went in to the gym to get a little gi practice in, since I was doing Copa I figured I should try it out.  The next couple of nights were a combination of going out or just being too full of energy to sleep.  So by Friday night, I was feeling run down...on a rest week.  I don't wear my self out training 15-20 hours a week, nope I do it when I supposed to be resting.  I took this picture of my room last night because its the epitome of my rest week...chaos


Clean clothes, dirty clothes, gear, belts, spoons, books, purses....chaos every where.  Ironically my room never looks like this when I'm training.  For as structured and with it while training, I go the opposite direction without that structure.  I fear the day I do have training in my life. 

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