Boxing at an away ground is a crowd of emotions,hours before the fight it’s just you and fear,instead of fighting it I befriend it the more comftable I let it sit the weaker it becomes,but fight it and it will grow like wild fire.The walk to the ring is my final dance with fear,when I’m between the four posts I’m like a monk,operating on a deep frequency of concerntraition,surrounded by away territory I feel alive but emotionally dead..no fear when I am in the ring
no empathy for the opponent on the other side,I feel his eyes scanning for weakness in my physique,my intuition can sense that,my confidence grows with every movement of his eyes,but I can’t let my self get over confidence
i need it to be balanced with caution like ying and yang,the bell rings and it’s like I am hypnotised into a deep meditation fighting on purely instinct,slick like the hitman