As disappointed as I was that my fight scheduled for September 13th had fallen through, being able to relax for a couple of weeks before beginning another training camp was a much needed break for me physically. After my last fight I forced my body to ignore the fact that I had totally burnt myself out and continued to train with the intensity of my last training camp. Constantly attempting to push myself past my physical limitations allowed a number nagging injuries to resurface. It was time for a break.

It was a constant struggle to not feel as if I was being lazy, or showing some sort of weakness. Giving up never was, and never will be an option for me. 

Out of necessity I allowed myself to physically stray from the path that my heart has set for me. However, it was nearly impossible to mentally and spiritually disconnect from it. I long to be surrounded by those with the same fate as I, to feel the claustrophobia the damp walls in the locker room offer, the anticipation of combat, the roar of the crowd, and the beauty of competition.

There is only one way to reach this goal. I am tentatively scheduled to fight sometime in November. Training camp started Tuesday.

Fortune favours the daring.