i boxed for 7 years of my life and had to quit due to a knee injury ( it got shot) but this is what basically went thru my mind everytime i would be in the locker room waiting to start the fight...
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Laying in settled position thinking of thought out Intentions..
Unsettled emtions of tension running my nerves Distance..
Sit down to ease the blood flow thru deep slow breaths...
Seat wet from Sweat dripping of my Back, Stomach and Chest..
Trained for months to meet this day with open arms and a closed Fist...
Now here i sit with Worry of defeat going thru my Mental Checklist..
Dont Go Crazy wait for a clean shot try not to miss or get Counter Hit..
Watch Your Steps Dont Skip Cause Feet Get confused and Might Trip..
Punches in Bunches Never Single Weak shots Try not to Script....
Mental check done time runs down and The Clocks hands Pluck Loud..
Almost drowning out the Yells of the crowd thru the curtain and Cowl..
The smell of wet Bodies Multiplys as the Water Beads off my WEt Skin ..
My Hair stands on end now excited and adernaline addcition sets in..
Humid Speech Heard Warmer Thru the Voices from My own Corner..
Giving Talks and Rants of Past Champs and how i mimic there Former....
Pep Talks Arent Heard Just the Clocks Hands Ticking Slower and Harder..
I stand now Shadow Boxing Mentally project my Enemy in my Vision..
Precision, Wits and Fists Tonight is whats gonna keep me Winning..
Jog in Place Release Pent up Frustration in Preparation for the Long Bout..
Heard the Bell Shocked as hell Now im Ready to Knock This Bitch OUT...
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