My life as a fighter

So my second smoker happened last saturday, june 16th. Sorry I was missing for a little while, if anyone actually reads this, but yeah I was in a different headspace, and after the fight I did a little too much celebrating.. and we'll just leave that there ha ha. Anyways though.



The fight itself went well, the guy ended up weighing in at about 179 pounds, I weighed in at a meager 166 pounds, while eating a sandwich (true story) so he had a good weight advantage over me, and about 3 inches of height on me. He also trained at the same gym as the last guy that I fought, so he knew to expect the leg kicks and checked a lot of my leg kicks, which kind of took me out of my element. Even with all that though, I almost knocked him out in the first round but I ran out of time, and I feel like I controlled the fight most of the time, I did gas out though, it was extremely tiring being in there with him, any time we clinched I had to fight with everything I had to get out of the bad positions and things like that, so it was tough. I think I did good though, did more damage, and controlled most of the fight, my sifu was happy with my performance, especially after taking in that guys physical advantages.

My next smoker will be sometime in august, and that will be my last little practice before my actual amateur kickboxing debut. I plan on working my strength and conditioning a lot more before august, and fighting in august at 165. In the october ring fight I'll most likely fight at 163 pounds since I think that's my closest weight class in the IKF. Anyways, I'm off for tonight. Talk to you soon interwebs.

Love,
Cory

My life in training

The fight is in 4 days! It's nuts. I mean it's my second fight so the experience isn't quite as harrowing as it was before, but it's still a crazy feeling. I mean honestly the entire situation is a little bit crazy at least. I'm willingly going into a situation where I know this person in there with me is trying to hurt me, and I have to try and hurt him before he hurts me hah. It's more a matter of self preservation than a desire for me to hurt someone. I just don't wanna get knocked out.

I can't lie though, I love the feeling of my glove, or my shin, digging into someones body. It's a rush, knowing when you land that power shot, when you feel it dig in, and when you see that reaction in your opponents face and you just know, yeah, that hurt him. It might sound morbid but it's not, it's not a satisfaction over the fact that I hurt him, it's the same kind of satisfaction an athlete gets scoring a touchdown, or making a basket, it's the feeling of victory. Knowing you beat someone, who trained like you did, who has the same goals you do. That feeling of knowing you're doing it better, it's not really capable of being replicated outside of sports. I love it. It's the whole reason I started doing this, because I missed sports, and I missed that feeling of intense athletic competition.

Anyways, my fights in 4 days, my thigh feels about 85%, and I can't wait to get in there and let it all hang out.