Most of you have probably heard by now that last week I won my fight!
Although fighting is the most solitary form of competition. In no sport (except perhaps chess) is your attention so directly focused on the opposition. One of the greatest challenges of fighting is bringing the fighter to peak performance at the precise moment when he/she needs to perform. So much of this preparation depends on a great team or group of people to get you there. Your teammates train and spar and cajole you, push you through the rigors and hellish parts of training, and they support you and protect you from nerves in the days and hours leading up to the fight.
Walking out there, I was more calm than I've ever been before another fight. I didn't hear the crowd; I felt focused. A big part of this was the mental preparation. Thanks to my teammates at the Dog Pound and GNFC along with Bryan up in Hamilton and the support of my friends (Kale, thanks for staying with me and keeping me sane behind the scenes).
Inside the arena it was cold and concrete and brightly lit. When I touched gloves with my opponent, I could see tangible fear in her eyes. As planned, I did my bum rush, overhand right. From there...I don't remember all the details. It went to the ground very fast and I had her back at one point, but she tucked her chin. Somehow I ended up in mount. The fight lasted a little bit over two minutes; I won by ground and pound.
I'll add video if I can get some.
Thanks to everyone who reads this!
I'll still be updating it regularly.
