Back to cutting weight... one last attempt, well, almost one last attempt.
It's official. The other day I got approved for my Filipino boxing license and today it was handed to me. I can't tell you how happy it makes me to be holding this little piece of plastic.
It represents a little piece liberation for me!
My opponent didn't make the official weigh-in of 107lbs; she came in at 108lbs. This means it set the weight up, also meaning my 108 was perfect. Weighed in at exactly 108lbs. Nice.
Don't mind the awkward smile on me. My lips were sticking to my teeth and I had the most extreme case of cotton mouth that I've ever had. My opponent, on the other hand, she didn't seem the least bothered by the fight weight. I think she actually put on weight. Her last fight was at 104lbs.
After weigh-in comes refuelling. I started with water mixed with petilyte, then my traditional Korean banana milk and Korean gingseng samgyetang -- chicken soup.
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