fight night

Last week:
We worked out on Tuesday (bi/tri), but not on Wednesday. So, I got on the treadmill. Went to class Thursday, then treadmill again on Friday. As a result, my legs were pretty damn sore. Did both classes Saturday, including a return to the harnesses after weeks of not doing it. Ouch. I managed to jack up my shoulders on the ground and pound, as I'm prone to do. Still sore from that. Got all the details worked out with Kay for that afternoon.

I did manage a 20-30 minute nap. Wasn't enough, though. She picked me up around 4:30. We got to Gainesville with no trouble, then got lost looking for Mo3's. Her GPS maps are out of date. Then we got lost again looking for the venue and parking. Finally found it and got to our seats before the fights started. When we walked up, Clint said, "Oh you came to see me get my ass kicked?" I said, "That's not gonna happen!" And it didn't, really, but he was off. Stacey doesn't think this threw him off, but I think he cut too much weight (10 lbs!). He didn't look like the Clint we're used to seeing in the ring or in class. He seemed ok afterward, frustrated but calm about it. I wasn't sure what to say. Didn't want to seem patronizing. It was his first loss.

Stacey, on the other hand, looked really good out there. Her fight, compared to the other two women's fights, was a completely different animal. They looked like they actually had skills. The others didn't seem to take it seriously, even at weigh in according to Stacey. Two fights before hers, she asked Kay and I to come hang out with her. Just to chit chat and help her keep warm. We did some kicks and mitt work with her, and put her head gear on. She was calm and upbeat. I knew she'd do well. Of course, she saw Clint's fight. She hadn't really watched any up to that point, and we hoped it didn't dampen her spirits. It didn't. (Her intro song was Santogold's Creator, on a disk I'd burned for her. Awesome.)

When it was over, she came up to our seats and hugged people. I told her I was relieved, but I hope she didn't take that the wrong way. I was relieved it was over and she won, and nothing bad happened. It's a bit nerve-wracking to watch your friend do that. But yeah, I KNEW she would do well. I also knew Clint would do well, and his loss didn't seem right or real.

Afterward, we went to IH0P. I was already getting sleepy. I'd eaten a (not very good) pretzel, so I wasn't hungry. We left around 1:30 or so. I managed to stay awake for a while, hoping to talk and help Kay stay awake, who'd been sick early that morning and had gotten less sleep than me. Didn't work. I was too tired to talk when I did manage to stay awake. I nodded off the whole time. (It was weird to see that little traffic on 285.) I didn't get in bed until almost 3:00. And then a nearly identical repeat of Saturday morning occurred. I have filled a water bottle and placed it by the bedroom door. We will be breaking this nasty habit.

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I skipped class on Monday. I still felt exhausted from my lack of sleep, was congested, and my neck/shoulder was still hurting from Saturday. Still is today. I did get a little more sleep last night, and using the neti pot has helped with the congestion. I'm wondering if I need to see the chiropractor and/or massage therapist 2 weeks earlier than planned. I sat at my desk and in a meeting on Tuesday, and couldn't find a way to sit that was comfortable. Feels a little better today, though.

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One thing that amused me during the fights was the entrance songs. There were at least 4 Metall!ca songs, D!sturbed, Rage Against the Machine (including Clint), etc. Oh, and one dude used Jukebox Hero. WTF? One of the women used this one. It would have been funny/cool, except...it just wasn't.

(We've been jokingly talking about what my entrance song would be if I fought. I thought about Am I Evil, but there's already so much Metallica. Something by Slayer would be good. Angel of Death of South of Heaven? I might have to edit the songs to avoid the long intros. Ain't No Thang by Outkast? BOB? That would be funny.)

The last "girl fight" was welterweight, or 115.1 to 125. Now, I'm terrible at telling size, weight, etc. just by looking, but damn. The shorter woman looked pretty stout, and I probably have 20 lbs on her! I mentioned this to Kay, and she said, "Well, you don't look it." Hmmm. (Yes, I do make everything about my weight.)

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I renewed my class fees yesterday. Damn*. I've been nearly emptying my account every month sending as much as I can to the credit card, but I feel like I'll never get it paid down. Guess I'll be sending a chunk of change from the tax refund again. Speaking of, gotta call the accountant.

*They did give me the 20% discount AND 2 free months (14 total). Because I'm speshul. Shh.