I’m registering for the “advanced” division in my next submission grappling tournament. This means my competition will be pro fighters, high level jiu jitsu folks, and legit bad asses. Pretty cool, yet I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t experiencing a little fear.
Fear is an adaptive emotion, as are all emotions. Fear encourages us to avoid danger. If humans didn’t experience fear, our ancestors would have twiddled their thumbs and yawned as saber tooth tigers hurdled towards them. Basically, you and I wouldn’t have ever been; if not for fear.
Fear is telling me to not compete in the advanced division. My own body’s preservation response is trying to talk me in to saving myself from losing a limb, or at best, saving face. Luckily, I know how it feels to win. I know how it feels to lose. I know how it feels to compete. I love it. I’ll be damned if some primitive, so-called “adaptable” emotional response keeps me from stepping on the mat.