If that had been anything else but Judo, I might be having doubts about why I keep going. But nonetheless, I kept on going. Stronger and harder each time. I might have magnified my mistakes, but at least at the end of the workout, I knew that I had a lot of work to do, and that gave me more motivation for next week. Judo does that to you. It gets under your skin, and makes you want to work harder and practice more.
Regardless, It was nice to go back to Oishi's and see some of my old buddies, and since my club is beholden to the college's semesters, I think that I will be going there during the holiday break.
Of course, on the way home, I left my Judo bag on the train. I was kind of scared at first - I had my gi in the bag, as well as some Judo books and papers - that I would have to go out and replace all of it. But thankfully, this morning, I went to the Railroad's Lost and Found, and they had it waiting for me - contents intact.