Live to fight another day


FitBits | UWCB Brighton - The Grand Hotel

It’s taken me nearly a week to sit down and write this.

It’s a far cry from what I wanted to write about my second Ultra White Collar Boxing experience. I’m still so gutted that it turned out this way – so jealous of everyone tagging themselves in the amazing official photos, even though there really was no other outcome for me that day – I just didn’t know it yet.

When I got to The Grand Hotel last Saturday afternoon to meet my fellow boxers, my mind was calm, focused and ready to fight. Yes, I had a bit of a headache, and I felt a bit sluggish, but I hadn’t trained since Tuesday and had been fending off a cold after another busy week so it was nothing unexpected.

I necked another couple of paracetamol and thought nothing of it. Then it all went to shit. The whole day, along with every single one of the eight weeks leading up to it – wasted, just like that.

Or at least that’s how I felt.

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