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Packing Up

This past weekend I decided to do some cleanup of my closets as we make room for baby. One of the things that was taking a lot of space in my closet was my 4 gi's. Anyone that knows me knows, I didn't really wear my gi's that much to begin with but it was still a weird thing. They have probably been sitting in my closet untouched for close to three years, yet it was still really hard to pack them up.  I actually carried all my gear (head gear, shin guards, MMA gloves) for at least a year after my last fight. Even though I knew I wasn't coming back because of the concussion. While I knew the decision and had made it on my own, it still took a while to come to reality with it. Maybe I still just wanted to be a part of that life. Even though I couldn't. Well I could but had made the decision for my long term health, I couldn't. 

It was the same all over again with the Gi's. Maybe BJJ was my last thread of that life that I was holding onto.  It didn't have to be contact if I didn't want it to be.  But now I have this bump in the front of me that makes it all that more challenging.  So I decided to pack them up.  I didn't give them away.  Maybe its "for just a little while" decision.  Or maybe long term.  

But I still carry my boxing gloves in my gym bag.




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