Tag: combat sports

FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT

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re·sil·ience /rəˈzilyəns/ | noun The power or ability to return to original form, etc., after being bent, compressed, or stretched; elasticity. Ability to recover readily from illness, depression, adversity, or the like; buoyancy. Boxing did not come naturally to me. The sport, built on a foundation of technique and mental toughness, happens to also be comprised of intimidation, fear-mongering, primal rage, and arrogant posturing. I suspect my slow… Continue reading FALL SEVEN TIMES, STAND UP EIGHT

TO THE EXTREME

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[...] Extreme fitness is less about being young again and more about building yourself up for the years ahead. In other words, getting better at getting older." I've always been in awe of athletes. The sport doesn't matter much, what inspires me is the drive, fearlessness, and tenacity of anyone who signs up for gruelling workouts… Continue reading TO THE EXTREME

ROLL LIKE THUNDER

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women who fight

It is hard to make new connections. Life tends to get in the way. There are salaries to earn, children to care for, and a million and one expectations to manage. Weeks slam into each other. Months storm by. Days are filled with the mundane and ordinary. Now and then, we turn so far inwards we… Continue reading ROLL LIKE THUNDER

SNAKES AND LADDERS

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snakes and ladders

It took me years to learn how to play the flute. The curve was sharp because I was hostile towards the process from the outset. I thought the flute was too delicate and airy. And I wanted to play the drums instead. But the drums weren't available the day students were matched up with instruments… Continue reading SNAKES AND LADDERS

LIKE A FUCKING METEOR

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like a meteor

It happens to everyone: the periods of limbo. The inability to smoothly switch gears, which results in pulling off onto the shoulder of the highway we call life. We get pushed to the side because the odds weren't in our favour, or the muse got stuck in traffic, or we were too afraid to make… Continue reading LIKE A FUCKING METEOR