Fight Day

after having cut off everyone s/he loved or having them made that decision for him/her, s/he was alone in training for months, with a minimal diet reducing reducing reducing, with the workouts from twice a day to a full time, 24/7, mental & physical pure dedication, where all that mattered was the fight--- s/he visited the chiropractor, s/he wore the suit to sweat beneath the sweatpants, in the sauna & in the run, with every hill becoming higher as the trainers, the assistants, the physicians agreed, they must become steeper, for s/he must push him/herself to the furthest point of human exertion, must lose every pound that s/he can to cut him/herself up to the proper weight class & the vision became blurry in those last hours, with more people around him who have suffered extreme loss in the ring, who have bet it all for what others who have never had an ounce of ambition in their lives might look upon them to say they did it all for absolutely nothing, but s/he knows more & after stripping down to the skivvies & stepping on the scale, what has been attained is a physical perfection, a human body molded for implementing destruction, for bashing a thousand blasts of energy into the face of the opponent, all for the sake of the fight, all for the sake of a goal to be attained by any means necessary--- and loved ones who might get a few minutes on the phone with her/him, treat the fighter with kiddy gloves, because they understand more than anyone who will be watching, just what dedication really is & they will forever be inspired by this person that they have been so lucky, so fortunate to know--- s/he rehydrates, s/he pounds the health calories, s/he gets rest, s/he spends time laughing with those around her/him who have dedicated their lives as well to one amazing focus--- counting down the minutes, the seconds, before fight day.