Getting Geared up for My Fight

I had taken this picture of myself today, after hours of listening to music on my bed.

It was at this specific time that I had changed from spooked to psyched.

And so I began to get ready from my fight, going from looking like the girl next door to the strong fierce female who had trained so hard for her fight.

I was ready.

When the fight began I was confident and I was focused but my confidence and focus weren't on what they should have been.  My confidence was on my strength and my focus was on landing a knock out punch, more specifically, a hook that'd end the fight.

In round two she was saved by the bell after I rushed her and had her hanging off the ropes and in round three I knocked her down.  She got up before the count was over.

In round five I finished the fight.  I had knocked her out.

It was a bittersweet moment, the ref raising my hand and me winning my fight.

So for a moment there I tried to enjoy my win by posing for pictures. 

The crowd there loved me but I hated the fact that I wasn't able to be surrounded by friends and family back home. I never missed Korea and all that meant home to me like I did when I stepped out of that ring.