aftermath

i leave the national tournament with one silver medal, a bruised shin, an overly stuffed stomach, two camcorders with three full tapes, around half a gig of photos, a larger credit card bill, and plans for the next tournament. come to think of it, nothing's different after this tournament than any others. and you know why? it's because taekwondo is life. i guess there was no peak after all...it was just a continuous slope, and i'm still looking upward. and there's so many paths, but i know that i want to keep climbing, because mt everest is not the end but just the beginning.