Why...I train to be an amateur MMA fighter...in 4 or 5 Paragraphs ( new to this with a language barrier !)
Alright. To set things straight from the start...I could take down a grown man in 30 seconds with a combo of my mad krav maga skills, my potty mouth, and a killer smile, but in no way I can say I’m a good mma fighter, not yet at least. But, I am a fighter! In this blog, I will share my thoughts on training mma as a determined female in a male dominated environment ( please look forward to my thoughts on ranger panties...uhmm) and give you ladies and gentlemen some advice on how to handle yourself in close combat situations with various range of opponents...tall, short, overly sweaty, big boned, long limbed (ugh), Justin Bieber 2007 hair, high school cool kids, hot guys, guys who like you, guys you like, girls you like and girls who like guys and that’s why they are in this gym to begin with...yey, it will be so much fun for me to share!
Let’s start! So, in February 2017 I randomly decided that I wanted to fight in a cage. Well, perhaps me saying that it happened “randomly” is not all together accurate as for about a month prior I considered training MMA to be my new hobby...alongside joining roller skating derby team or hunting . But on February 6th, MMA won! And why not the other two? Well, I am not into team sports and don’t think I would fit in well with the derby girls...or spandex.
As far as hunting...it was on the table until I found out that one cannot just leave a dead deer in the woods. I thought for a sec about strapping a deer carcass to the hood of my Honda Fit...and that was it...a big NO.
But I think it did land on MMA because, sadly, I wanted to impress all the dudes I work with...or at least make them think...wtf is wrong with her...utterly confuse people about who I am, because I am confusing and unpredictable. And lastly, the deal was sealed over some T&Ts with a friend who just soooo amazingly marveled at the idea of me learning martial arts that right there at that momemnt I decided that I would not stop until I was being stitched up after a cage fight.
And then...there is that last thing...that I really do not know why...why I always run hundred miles an hour and fill my days with pursuit of crazy goals. I am just not sure yet...
*Phil Klay, “Redeployment “