I had half convinced myself I had no business being a fighter and yet here I go again. I busted out my old gi (the thick one that makes you sweat alot) and tried out a new fight-school. I went back and forth throughout the day whether to go or not. Then when I got home from work and received some bad news, I knew that the only thing that would do me any good was some good old fashioned ass-whoopin.
That's how you know you love something if when you do it nothing else matters. The walls could be crashing in on you and you wouldn't notice. For 2 hours I get to dance in the rain.
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