Those were the words I heard from my Dr this morning after I said "that was a lot" after he took the needle out of my toe and I took a few deep inhales after releasing my death grip on the table. I apparently have a torn ligament in my toe, still. I did it last fall prepping for my last fight. It got better after seeing him but I hurt it again this last training cycle. I tried telling him that I don't like needles but he looked at the tattoo that covers my entire thigh and just laughed. I also have a torn meniscus in my knee. Icing on the cake, I woke up with a bruise on my boob approximately the size of two fingers.
Fighting breaks down my body. But it makes me better. I'm in the best shape of my life, odd that I've gotten in better shape as I have gotten older. It provides me with the mental fight to be able to get through anything. Except putting a needle into my toe.
Fighting breaks down my body. But it makes me better. I'm in the best shape of my life, odd that I've gotten in better shape as I have gotten older. It provides me with the mental fight to be able to get through anything. Except putting a needle into my toe.
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