I’m still a bit skeptical about my weight, though I’m sure come 6.30pm, I will be good to go out and fight. The nerves I’m going through for this are unlike anything I’ve been through before - I’m excited and my stomach is churning and my adrenaline rush is keeping my appetite at bay (which is a good thing!). I need to keep calm and keep it together in the ring tomorrow - keep it simple, think of my training, and NOT go to pieces.
so this is it - my first bout! here goes nothing!
I do my best to fight the good fight, day in and day out. Some days it gets hard and wears me down and some days I question why I do the things I do and the point of all this - I could just give up and live a lazy life and be probably still be content in my ignorance and bliss. I could sleep in and eat what I want whenever I want and have time for other things. I could stop stepping on the scales every day and figuring out how to make weight.
“But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness. Fight the good fight of the faith. Take hold of the eternal life to which you were called when you made your good confession in the presence of many witnesses.” - 1 Timothy 6:11-12
I wouldn’t call myself religious even though I’ve been through all the rites of catechism and follow my family to church and even though I identify myself as Christian.
This verse, however, speaks very strongly to me - about the values I try to uphold, about the strength and stamina I need to build and develop in order to fight the good fight (though not necessarily always of the faith).
