I'll admit it, I had a bit of a minor panic attack when I realized the other day that I was exactly a month out from my fight day in Mexico. The wave of anxiety was only all that higher because of the realization that fight day is also weigh-in day. I was writing on my wall calendar when the panic hit me. I sprawled out on my blanket, closed my eyes, and told myself to breath. The panic passed, it always does but it also always hit me at the one month out mark so it was to be expected. Just didn't realize on that day that it was the actual mark. I had just labelled May 27th "fight day". I then proceeded to count the days going back from that date, marking in the numbers on the calendar. That's when I realized it was exactly one month out.
The panic doesn't last long but it always hits me. Then comes the excitement which this time around meant I screamed like a little girl and wore a smile from ear to ear.
One month away... less than one month away now.
The inital one month out panic is over, the excitement is here but the determination and focus has only skyrocketed. Now it's time for the intense dieting and training needed to really get my head in the game. Now I finally have a more defined goal. It may keep me up at night with butterflies and me pondering over that day's training but it also wakes me up in the morning with a purpose to the day, a focus.
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