When I was little, I was eating a nigiri (aka rice ball) and I was super happy, as I loved (and still love) dried seaweed and rice. I was about to eat it when I dropped it. At the beach. In the sand.
Undaunted, before my mother could intervene, I brushed off as much sand as I could, and took a huge bite.
This was an experience I still remember even 34 years later. The gritty, sandy rice was pretty gross, but I kept on chewing hoping that eventually the grittiness would subside and I’d get to enjoy my rice and seaweed.
It did not.
Dedication and pushing through and testing your limits is a great thing, but you also need to know when to call it quits and realize that there are other nigiri out there.