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Topic: Spring (the season) (07/23/09)
TITLE: The Spring
By Reta Medlin
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She was relieved to be fighting Jack, one of the greatest fighters of modern times. Jack was a great fighter, polished in skill and honored by all who stepped into the ring with him. But Jack was also a fair fighter, and he would never try to take someone out in pure meanness. Jack fought by the rules, and only fought to win, not to hurt, maim or kill. Some of the men in this sport had a pure hatred for her for what she was doing in terms of trying to make a name for herself in this sport, and would try to be unnecessarily rough with her, beyond what was legal for the sport. The purpose of the sport was to showcase talent, not injure someone beyond their ability to lead a normal life, and definitely not to kill anyone. That’s why there were referees who would stop the fight in a second if things got too rough or it looked like someone was only out for blood for the pure enjoyment, or if a fighter looked as if he or she was trying to kill his or her opponent.
She had been injured in the ring by a man who had pure hatred for her and what she was trying to do, and was determined to over-compensate and prove a point. Taken out of this sport she loved for quite some time, she had healed her injury, and then got back to training. Through hot, sweaty, grueling months, she pounded the bags…and the pavement…getting up every morning at sunrise to run at least 5 miles a day, trying to get back into shape for fighting, and also to maintain her endurance. That was just the start of her day. The rest of the day, she would spend with coaches. Often it would be hours of just pounding the bags, her hands often growing bloody from rips and tears from the impact. Often she would have training partners with whom she would work on her submission moves. On so many days, she thought she was going to faint from the heat and loss of fluids, but she persevered. It was no easier during the cold winter months, when the sweat would practically freeze on her brow as she walked outside after a hot workout. She would collapse into bed, completely weightless and sore, but unable to feel it due to the pure numbness, and it wouldn’t take her long to pass out cold, only to get up the very next day at the crack of dawn and start it all over again.
That was how her summer, fall, and winter months went. But the spring brings with it a renewal: new hope…new opportunity…new chances.
As she approached the ring on this night, her ears started ringing in anticipation as she grew in nervousness. The crowd was now just noise, a sound buzzing in the background. She stepped into the ring, hearing her name called out. Then his name. This was it. Her moment. The spring.
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