It used to be we novices would beg, borrow, steal rides to get to provincials. Nothing stopped us, even when we had to go from Kingston to Peterborough in under an hour because a certain someone forgot their record book and we were scared we'd upset the late Shihan Graham!
At least, that's the way we fondly remember it. After some more thorough reminiscing it appears many of us senior belts and instructors didn't actually attend until we had several years of training under our belts.
So, I asked a the lone novice from Hart House - the one who looked nervous at first but by the end of the weekend was rocking her way into a semi-final match in the ne-waza competition and had more friends than I did - if she would regale you fine, tentative people with her story.
Here it is!