We're barely done unpacking from our 8-day trip to Florida, during which I earned my first-ever world title in individual sparring, and already we're back in the training saddle, getting ready for the next tournament weekend after next.

As I said a few days ago, it's important to remember that the road to gold is itself gold. That the reward is the journey. That the point of the thing isn't to win gold medals (although, to be perfectly honest, gold medals are very fun to get and in truth I got a little teary-eyed when they raised my hand after the final fight last Friday), but to be better today than I was yesterday. And better tomorrow than I was today.

So. What else to do upon returning home but to start training again. I was up at 5:30 this morning and ran 5km, followed by a karate class at noon. My hips are sore from the traveling, I sprained a wrist in the first of my six fights last week and it's still hurting enough to get in the way of graceful pushups, I've got a couple of very fine bruises, and I came down with a nasty cold last night. But so what. Tomorrow I will train again, and the day after that, too.

Because training to be better each day than the day before is what I do. That - better than the medals and titles - is my true reward.