Ronda Rousey (dot net!)

That’s right! I figured out how to get the squiggly thing over the “n” and am damn proud of it! But yeah, we’re in spain for a training camp. This is my third time at this camp and it’s known mostly for being unbelievably hot, right on the beach, the cool t-shirts, and the weird lunches. Like last time when I went in 2005 they served melon meat a few times - which is exactly what it sounds like. A chunk of cantaloupe with like raw bacon wrapped around it. Nothing like that so far, but its only the second day of camp.
Wow it took me three tries to spell cantaloupe right, who the hell decided on these weird spellings? Last night I was looking up jaundice - don’t ask me why - but thank god google has the “did you mean-” feature or I would never be able to find anything!

Well Spain just won the Euro Cup, I was too tired from the camp today and wanted to rest for tomorrow so I just watched it alone in my room. I don’t know why but all the celebration and excitement going on outside just makes me feel so inexplicably lonely.
Its like what I would imagine being the only Buddhist around on Christmas would be like. You’re glad for all the happy people celebrating, but your own detachment from it just feels like complete solitude.

That’s the one part about training for the Olympics that no one seems to mention. It’s an overwhelming experience with the traveling and the hype and attention. But if you made the team - not just to make it, but to try to really win - you’re not a normal person anymore. On one side it’s a rush, you feel the adrenaline and pride from somehow being different. But the down side of being different there really isn’t anyone like you. You have different values, different goals, an entirely different view of the world. Things that those around you take joy in - you just can’t understand. And the things that make me happy, even my close friends can’t compehend.
I won the Olympic Trials and felt resenting eyes burning into the back of my head because it really didn’t make me that happy. It wasn’t my goal. It was a homework assignment. Just, ya know,
*wake up: check
*make weight: check
*don’t forget my belt: check
*make the team: check
*get a good meal and night’s sleep: check
*Take julia to the pool in the morning: check!
I had a few people, who really do want the best for me, telling me how I shouldn’t say that I wasn’t that thrilled to make the team because I fully expected it. Because even if it was true, no one would understand, and I would be label as unappreciative or something.

Well let me ask you something. If you worked 80 hours in a week and got paid for those 80 hours – would you be jumping up and down appreciative and thrilled? Or would you be like “Good! Eighty hours in one week?! I deserve that check!”

You know I’ve been told quite a few times that I have a gift for metaphors. I think its probably due to that fact I had trouble speaking when I was younger. Because if you can’t think of the word you want, describing something similar to what you mean is so much easier.

People write me all that time saying, “Oh my God, I’d do anything to have your life! It sounds so amazing and exciting!” well it is. Sometimes. But I dunno, I feel like I can’t really relate to anyone.