See, I may seem like an overfed pig with hedonistic tendencies, and well, you are not wrong. But the good news is my pleasure appetite includes a lust for adrenaline that best explains my fascination for fighting. Never serious or continuous though – something that Legacy Gym Boracay completely changed.
Counting the days to flying to training camp, I was not confident nor prepared. In fact, it was one of those times when you make plans and as the day comes you think “Maybe I would rather die than do it“.
But I am ready to try, and more important, fail.
After my first training day, my friends asked me how I went. Hell is fine. Every minute of the class fucking martyred me. I possibly complained every five minutes, screaming “I am so done with this shit” then I just keep going. I am sure the other fighters around are thinking, “You must be new.”
I do the same for every class. It kept getting increasingly difficult, but it made me stronger. I feel it. I learn more. I understand more. It was constant discovery and rediscovery. New techniques, fixing the basics, working on strategies. The program in Legacy Gym Boracay simply rocks in all of kingdomcome.
Suddenly fight training is the axis to which the Earth revolves. The desolation of me being a pussy. Every time my pro trainer tells me I am strong, I fucking believed him. With all the force of my life.
The changes Legacy Gym Boracay inspired in me are not only physical or mental, but quite spiritual. Now I am not afraid to die in the ring. But hopefully not.