Wednesday, July 25, 2012
August 18th, I'm entering the cage! A real, sanctioned, amateur MMA fight. I just need to get my medicals and paperwork done and get the approval, and then it becomes officially official.
My trainer told me yesterday. My hands were still shaking an hour later from excitement, and my heart felt like it was going to shoot out of my chest.
Where is the guy that does that to me?
Anyway... HOLY SH!T!
Also, it's gonna cost me a lot - registration fees, medical fees, mouth guard. I'm glad I picked up a new client. It's gonna help.
I'm fighting on the same card as 4 other fighters from our gym. I think what I'm really nervous about is letting my team and my trainer down. I'm just so happy to finally fight that I've forgotten everything else.
I actually woke up this morning looking younger. It's so weird. No bags under my eyes, the stress grooves in my face were reduced, I just looked totally happy. I don't think I've ever woken up like that before.
I have, quite literally, never been this excited before. The past two years of putting myself through the training, of spending every day sore and hurting and bruised and bleeding, are all worth it.
I weighed 147 lbs this morning - I'll be fighting at 140. Time to push.
I went to the gym this morning, found the one person who was there (my friend and co-client and co-trainer), and squealed at her. I don't do that. Ok, well, obviously I do when I can't contain my joy.
Our team is gonna bring home 5 wins, baby.