I love fighting. It's a drug. Everyone told me that but I couldn't fathom that until I experienced my first fight. It was a loss but I was still hooked. There is no other high like stepping in that cage. That rush. But in April I started getting headaches. I didn't get hit hard. I didn't get knocked out. They just started. I talked to my coaches and made a conscious decision to go through with my fight anyhow. This wasn't just any fight. This was my first pro fight. This was 2 years of only fighting 4 times and countless fights that had fallen through. Fallen through as I walked the steps of the ring with my gear on after waiting for two days. I wasn't backing out. I was taking this fight because I wanted to fight and I love fighting. And I was tired of missing fights. I kept it to only a handful of people, not even all my coaches knew. I didn't take ...
Ramblings about my evolution as a person, athlete, injured athlete and back