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Did you learn something?

It's what one of my coaches asks. After practice. After competing. Anytime. I try and use that constructively, though I am much better at being deconstructive. 4 fights and 3 ish training cycles I am learning a lot about me as a competitor. My training is leaps and bounds better. Conditioning is on point. It's my head that I struggle with every cycle.
You can know something means a lot to you. You arrange your whole life around it. But at the same time, you don't always realize how important it is to you. Until you get emotional about it. And apparently that's going to happen once a training cycle for me.
Anyone that knows me would say I'm not very emotional. Probably just the opposite. But apparently once a training cycle I will reach my break point, which apparently includes crying. And then I go to bed at like 9, sleep 10 hours and I'm fine. Yes, I know it's a little over training too. But the first time it happened, it wrecked me. It was so close to my fight. It freaked me out. But now it's happened again. I saw it coming and did the smart thing and reached out to my coach.
The other thing I learned is the right amount of training for me. It was most by force the last cycle because I didn't expect to fight and had several personal commitments. I usually only had 5 days of training, though I was generally doing 3+ hours each night. The breaks allowed me to mentally take a break. And come back ready every week. Though if I could, I would have broken it up to take a day mid week and rested.
I've looked at the tape and have things to work on but am satisfied with my fight. And love it more everyday.

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