manchester_black

Withstanding my bodies cries for respite, I force myself to endure the heat and the thirst. The thirst screams thick in my mouth and is only subdued temporarily by focus and purity of thought. Lying in the waters, I feel as steel in a foundry, being slow tempered by insidious heat. The conflict of what should be relaxation being twisted into an ordeal of my own creation. My mind's defenses crumble and I find myself in a pure state of thought, open to all thoughts, the collective unconscious of mankind, of deities long dead breathing and finding sensate life through my resistence to exsistensial objections of biology. I find a spark of spirit left behind by these strange yet familiar visitors, and I am imbued with purpose and purity of focus and ambition.
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I have a small kickboxing competition on the saturday of mothers day weekend- it's in Calgary, and I will most likely be there for just the day and then pop back home before anyone knows the difference. So, I have about ten days to get myself ino optimum shape, ideally being able to cut weight by 5 pounds for the day of the event (I want to fight in the top of a weight bracket rather than the bottom of one), I've heard rumours of an event being held in the city sometime in near the end of June, so I have enough time for that one to get a good regimen and training partner and get myself in tip top shape.