How far would you go to become a champion? Would you do what’s necessary to succeed, or would you let the temptation of comfortable living get the better of you?
Do you sometimes wonder why you’re slower than usual during a training session? Do you often feel great one week and terrible the next? Chances are this could all be related to your physiology, and if that’s the case, you may not know your body as well as you think.
I’m writing this post because a friend of mine is going through a burnout phase. She’s an elite athlete (not a fighter), and when I bumped into her the other day I could see in her eyes the same look I had a few years ago.
The Fighter Diaries is a ten part, personal account of the fighting experience from the moment of accepting a fight, through training camp, right up until the fight itself. No other individuals apart from my trainer and I have been named.
From training sessions that make you vomit, to being close to mentally breaking, to screaming “SHUT THE F*** UUUUPPP!” at my trainer (in my head of course, never to his face), the third week out from fight night is when you start separating the individual that just “trains” into the champion you are.
Okay, so I’ve been asked by a friend to write a post about how this whole fight stuff works.
It didn’t occur to me that not everyone who reads my blog is a fighter or is involved with this sport, so I can appreciate where my friend is coming from and will definitely do my best to explain things.
To outsiders, fighting will either seem like a kick-arse, glamorous occupation or a very violent slug fest.
You’re ready to step into the ring. You’ve trained hard for a number of weeks. You’ve done everything right, prepared well and it’s fight time. You’re finally facing your opponent in the ring, the bell goes and you’re off. You fight hard, emptying the tank in every round. When the fight ends, they announce the winner but it’s not your name that’s called out – it’s your opponent.