Those Lights
Fight night is approaching fast.
Every day and night I have spent going back and forth to he gym, stripping the rust off.
It's hard to write what goes through my head at this time, because one of the attractions to these moments are the isolation, even while training with the others, that pushes me to go farther. The thoughts that drive me are my own, and it feels vital to keep it that way. This year I have taken to wracking my body, my bones and my muscles to the point of daily pain. My training regime consists of cardio (five rounds of stairs with my brother on my back) Running stretches in waist deep water and technical drills. Other then that, I spar. Every day I'm in the ring, training, working and conditioning my body for the fight.
Stacey, as always has been supportive. I can't sleep, she doesn't mind. I can't be home to hang out all the time, she backs me up anyhow. Even when I'm not training I am thinking about it and talking about it, and as annoying as that may be, she doesn't say a word of negativity. She is even going to the fights and taking time off work so she can support me when my name is called under the lights.
My brother, My coaches and a few of the guys went up to the lake to watch me train the other day, and it feels good to have this force behind me. I don't want to won't let them down.
I think this will be my last Tiger Balm Tournament, as I think the mental position, and the place I have pushed myself goes beyond amateur fighting. I could be wrong...
I guess I will find out this weekend in Vancouver.
Every day and night I have spent going back and forth to he gym, stripping the rust off.
It's hard to write what goes through my head at this time, because one of the attractions to these moments are the isolation, even while training with the others, that pushes me to go farther. The thoughts that drive me are my own, and it feels vital to keep it that way. This year I have taken to wracking my body, my bones and my muscles to the point of daily pain. My training regime consists of cardio (five rounds of stairs with my brother on my back) Running stretches in waist deep water and technical drills. Other then that, I spar. Every day I'm in the ring, training, working and conditioning my body for the fight.
Stacey, as always has been supportive. I can't sleep, she doesn't mind. I can't be home to hang out all the time, she backs me up anyhow. Even when I'm not training I am thinking about it and talking about it, and as annoying as that may be, she doesn't say a word of negativity. She is even going to the fights and taking time off work so she can support me when my name is called under the lights.
My brother, My coaches and a few of the guys went up to the lake to watch me train the other day, and it feels good to have this force behind me. I don't want to won't let them down.
I think this will be my last Tiger Balm Tournament, as I think the mental position, and the place I have pushed myself goes beyond amateur fighting. I could be wrong...
I guess I will find out this weekend in Vancouver.