Ever have one of those 48 hours where you just hate your life? I'm in the midst of one of those sprees right now. Seems that nothing is going right. If something is going to go wrong, it's going to happen today. Work. Training. Eating. Weight. You name it. This is turning into a great finish to my 33rd year. I'm hoping that my birthday brings about a turn of events and I can start on an upswing and be somewhat happy. Because right now, I'm feeling very black. It can't all be like this, right? I need to get into a positive head state in order to deal with these fights next week. I know that closer to our leaving time, I'll be excited, but to tell you the truth, right now I'm not even excited about Iowa. It's more daunting than anything - will I make weight? Will I survive in the ring without getting the shit kicked out of me? I know that the answers to these questions are "yes" but cannot quite convince my inner snark of that at this point in time.
More later.
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I'd like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals. :)
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