So far for me the thing that gets me is the feeling of plateauing. Had a roll with a gut the other night, and I should have been able to contain him, but he dominated me. It is frustrating, but I have been reminding myself why I do it. I know I will never be the best in the gym, and tournament victories will be few and far between. I do it because it’s hard and I choose to keep showing up. To keep having bits of me flaked off as I go through the refinement.