When I set out, I wasn’t in the most positive frame of mind.
I had never been a very great judoka recognised for competition results. I dreaded what I was heading towards. My mother was crying in the kitchen and my father clumsily hid his emotion behind his camera for an ultimate goodbye snapshot.
And me, I was there, masking my anxiety with an unwavering desire to launch into my adventure. I tried to do it. I started. I took my first steps, the first few feet of an uncertain journey, but one that I was convinced would change my life.