My last MMA fight was a rematch versus an opponent that was awarded a split decision win against me last October. That loss has been a quietly pestering monkey on my back for a myriad of reasons. I considered the possibility of losing again. Would that monkey grow to be a heavy nagging gorilla and weigh me down? Is this opponent to be my one nemesis? Will she be the one that eludes me, the style I cannot beat? Do I want to know? No, I do not want to know. Yes, I do want to know. What if... What if... What if...
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My Body versus Your Body. My DNA versus Your DNA. My Mind versus Your Mind. My Heart versus Your Heart. My Will versus Your Will. My Training versus Your Training. My Action versus Your Reaction versus My Reaction versus Your Action. One fighter will win. One fighter will lose. It will be tactical. It will be aggressive. It will be beautiful.
I hear the rhythm. My feet begin to slide, to shuffle. My shoulders shimmy and feint. My hands and head are in motion, ready and anticipating. Nothing else exists in this moment except the dance as I imagine it. I let go. I let go for what will be will be. I know everything I need to know for the experience awaiting me. I have practiced the choreography. I understand the motivation behind each movement. I am ready.
|photo by Cassiano Laureano|