Bloodsport | Raleigh Ritchie

It’s Wednesday. It’s only fucking Wednesday.

It’s the Wednesday of the second week of a five week long stretch. Even though I saw this  coming and did everything I could to mentally prep for it, it’s beating the shit out of me. Even though I know this fight ends at SXSW, I’m not sure if I’ll still be standing in three and a half weeks.

I love that scene in fighting movies where the hero is battered and torn, limping with one eye swollen shut, trying to blink away the blurriness as the the sounds of the crowd around him are muffled. I love how they always manage to muster up this one moment of strength that turns every hit that came before into one final blow that ends the fight for good.

I love that scene. I love it because during weeks like this it keeps me going. But until that final blow in three and a half weeks, I just have to keep blinking away the blurriness and keep standing.