The white belt deserves my respect!

He arrives suspiciously, goes to the gym for a few days to see the training, imagines that it should not be difficult to do that and takes the courage to enroll. In the first days of training he feels dislocated, does not know how to tie the belt, enters the tatame totally lost, does not know if he should talk to someone or just sit in some corner and watch. He stays quiet while the crowd keeps talking about positions and events of the day. He laughs unintentionally of the foolishness of others, but thinks he has a limit to laughing and then stays in quiet.

During the week he starts to think that Jiu Jitsu is harder than he imagined, he can not control the body, he does not understand the dynamics of the movements and he asks how it is possible to sweat so much inside the gi without being able to complain. He tries to understand how to do this hip exit, how the guys can "roll" for 10 minutes without put the tongue out... and he still does not know how to tie the belt!

He thinks about giving up, but as he paid a month for gym and bought expensive kimono, he persists. He wakes up in the next few days feeling pain in his body, his skin burning, his joints stiffening, bruises all over his body and to complete, in two weeks of training, the teacher put him to give the first roll with a graduate and Still directed to "let the white belt move". Poor guy in the white belt, he stayed more milled than processed meat, but since he paid a month for gym and bought expensive kimono, he comes the other day, and the next, and the other, until a month later he gets the His first degree, he does not even know how he did it, but it's enough not to be able to nail his eye all night so proud of himself.

So it's going on, two, three, four months, blue belt and the former white belt learned to live with the pain. A year, two years, many championships, injuries, a national championship (it's about time!), Three years and he already knows to feed and supplement properly. Four, five years, real friends, one, two, three defeats, infinite learning. Five years, six, seven, until he reaches the long-dreamed black belt. But helearned in the course of his trajectory that it is in the black belt that everything starts, the difference is that he knows that the path can be infinitely rewarding.

For all this, I admire the white belt, and not only for the persistence, but because we have all been one, and if today you are on other side of the tatame is because you were the white belt that did not give up, even when everything seemed to be against you.

Oss!