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was  a  Taiwanese  star,  but  I  had  no  idea  what   he  looked   like.  I  was  hungr y,  but
                there   was   no   food   available   at   the   arena   and   my   teammates   and   I   ha d   be en

                under    the   impression   that   all   fi  st-round   matches   woul d   be   early   in   the
                morning,    so  we  didn’t  bring  snacks—bi g     mistake.   I  had  been   informed   tha t
                contestants would be announced over the  loud  speaker  five minut es be fore the ir
                match  began,  and  if  they  failed  to  sho w  up   immediately  they   woul d    lose  by

                forfeit.  So  I  had  to  spend  hours,  hungr y,  ready   to  go  on  immediately  for  fear  of
                leaving to eat a snack and getting thr own o ut  of the t our nam ent.
                    Finally   at   noon   a   break   in   the   action   was   anno unced.   Lunch    boxes   were
                served  to  all  competitors.  At  12:15   I  was  given  a  greasy  platter  of  po rk  fried

                rice  and  duck.  Far  from  ideal  for  the  moment,  but   I  was  starving  and  ha d  little
                choice. So I ate. At 12:30 it was anno unced  that  I sho ul d  report immedi ately to
                the   judges’   table.   I   was   informed   my   match   was   starting   immedi ately.   My
                opponent  was  already  warmed  up,  in  a  sweat,  and  had  clearly  kno wn  the   exact

                nature  of  the  tournament  schedule.  I  was  di sconcer ted,  unpr epared,  and  ha d  a
                stomach  full  of  greasy  food.  I  got  des troyed.  It  wasn’t  even  close.  It  was  a  little
                bit  of  consolation  to  see  my  opponen t  do minat e  the  tour nam ent  and  go   on  to
                win   two   consecutive   World    Champi ons hi ps ,   but    I   hat ed   the   fact   tha t   I   ha d

                traveled   all   the   way   to   Taiwan   and   had    no t   even   gi ven   myself   a   cha nc e   to
                compete. S ome serious adjustments were called f or.
                    First  of  all,  the  nutritional  side  of  thi s  story  is  very  impo rtant.  I  sho ul d  no t
                have  trusted  the  posted  schedule  and  sho ul d  have  had   somethi ng  to  sus tain  me

                throughout     the   wait,   no   matter   how   long   it   lasted.   I   had    learne d   from   Jack
                Groppel    at   LGE   to   eat   five   almonds    every   forty-fi  e   minut es   dur ing   a   long
                chess  game,  to  stay  in  a  steady  state  of  alertnes s  and  strengt h.  In  martial  arts
                tournaments,     I   now   tend   to   snack   on   Clif   Bars,   bananas,   and   protein   sha ke s

                whenever necessary.  Or,  if I know I have at least an  hour,  I might  have a bi te of
                chicken  or  turkey.  Only  you  know  your   own  body,  but   the  key   to  nut rition  in
                unpredictable     environments     like   Taiwanese   martial   arts   tour na ment s   is   to
                always be prepared for exertion by bei ng  no ur ished ,  but  nev er to ha ve too ful l a

                stomach and thereby dull your senses.
                    The  nutritional  lesson  is  an  easy  one:   I  was  careless  and  pai d  for  it.  But   a
                much  more  serious  question  arose:  what   go od  is  a  thi rty-  or  forty-fi  e-minut e
                routine if you only have minutes or seconds  of warni ng  bef ore the  big  event ? In

                life,  after  all,  things  don’t  always  go   accordi ng  to  schedul e.  Ideal ly  we  sho ul d
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