The weekend following my fight in Greenville, I entered the 2013 Georgia Games tournament (July 20-21). I barely trained the week in between–one or two runs, some light sparring. After I looked so tired in Greenville, Terri wanted to make sure I was sharp this time. I’m glad she preaches rest before a fight!
I paid my $25 and entered the female novice 125 division. I got my physical and then weighed in at 123.2 lbs—about the same as the week before. My trainer went back to the gym for the Saturday morning classes, but I got to do my favorite thing… Know what it is, yet?
BREAKFAST!!! This one was particularly good. There were two of us from my gym in the tournament, so we headed to Cracker Barrel together and pigged out. That was the first thing that we learned we had in common! Loving food. I had three buttered and very syrupy pancakes, two eggs, two sausage patties and a biscuit. (Lord have mercy!) It was fantastic. I also enjoyed the company. We had never really talked much before this, even though he’d been training at the same gym for a month, but we had a great time.
After breakfast, we dropped by the gym to pick up a headgear, then went to my apartment to nap. I slept like a rock and woke up feeling great. Both of us were in high spirits and were excited about boxing. We went to pick up Milana, and then the three of us headed for the venue. This part is memorable because of the downpour of rain that I had to drive through to get there! I had never driven in rain this bad, and it made me nervous. I went super slow and we made it to the venue alive.
It was hard to find parking. We dropped Milana off at the door so she could check the brackets. We were late because of the rain, and didn’t want to miss our potential bouts! As we finally pulled into a parking spot, Milana called to let us know that I wouldn’t fight until tomorrow, but that he would fight today.
We ran through the rain into the venue, to find that the tournament hadn’t started. In fact, the bout sheets hadn’t even been posted. Only the brackets were up on the wall. (Apparently, this Georgia Games received way more entries than usual.) I checked the brackets and saw there were five women in my weight class, including me. Since it was a two-day tournament, they broke up the most popular classes into groups: three of the girls were in group A, and my opponent and I were in group B.
The chick that I boxed in Greenville the week before (and had sparred previously) was also in this tournament, but she was now in the 132 weight class. There were only two women in the 119 class, and I didn’t see any open women—only novices. I think there might’ve been a couple unopposed open women, but no matches were made.
We waited for the tournament to begin. Waited, and waited… Some folks from the gym came to cheer us on, so we all kept each other company. Boxing finally began around 7:15 pm—over three hours late! The other guy from our gym was scheduled to box in bout #20 (out of 26) in ring 2. The good thing is that he had plenty of time to get ready. The bad thing was that his fight was so late. He seemed calm and collected all the way through. His fight ended around 11pm and he won! And looked good doing it, too. We’d both fight in the finals the next day.
We went to eat to celebrate his win. It was great to celebrate with him, but it was a lousy meal for me. I spent $10 on an over-priced salad, of which I only ate a few bites of lettuce because I didn’t want to exceed my weight the next morning. We sat down to eat at about 11:45 at night and left dinner at 1 in the morning. I got home at 1:30 am and was asleep by 2.
Per my instructions, I checked my weight at 6 am after sleeping like a dead rock for 4 hours. I was 123.6 lbs, no problem. I slept for another hour and a half and had some really weird dreams that I forgot immediately. Around 7:40 I rolled out of bed, into my car. When I got to the weigh-in, I joined my friend from the gym in line and he informed me of our bout numbers. Mine was #24 and his was #29, both in ring 1.
To expedite the weigh-ins, the officials had the girls wait off to the side so that they could weigh a bunch of us at the same time. We got tired of watching guy after guy walk in and out, even though they arrived later than we did. One of the girls pitched a little fit and they decided it was time to weigh the girls. I was exactly 123.2 lbs again.
I went to the gym and slept for two more hours. Unfortunately, I’d left my duffel bag of gear at home, so we had to swing by my apartment “on the way” to the venue (in the opposite direction). We also picked up Milana, then got to the venue around 2:30, right at the time we had planned to arrive. (Wow!)
I dawdled around the venue. Sat around for a while, much like the first day. This time I was thinking about my own fight more than what was going on around me.
Terri wrapped my hands, which is a time I enjoy. I shadowboxed and stretched while being filmed by Fred. (I stuck to my policy: ignore the camera! But still try to look cool.) Later, Fred and Milana took me outside to film a quick interview for Boxing Chicks. I was nervous because I didn’t want to cut close to my fight, but Milana watched the clock to keep us on track. I was my usual eloquent self! (That’s sarcasm.) I cracked myself up when I told him that I didn’t feel like being sad later, so I might as well win.
We went back in, and I warmed up hard on the pads. This part was really fun, and I smiled a lot. I had a blast. Fred filmed, and I got a good sweat worked up. After that, Terri let me cool off some.
Time to glove up! Shortly after that, I got a little headache. I borrowed the gym’s headgear (because the strap on mine broke) and it felt a little too tight… Terri got me warmed up again, to stay warm this time. The headache blossomed into a full-grown, throbbing affair like I’ve never felt before. Headgear definitely too tight! I worried about being able to focus on the fight.
It was finally time to head ringside. The moment I stepped through the ropes, I forgot about the headache. I bowed to the officials, and got inspected by the referee. It was time to go!!!
Round 1: Before the bout, Terri told me that we’d have to wait and see what kind of fighter this girl was. I would either need to pressure her or I’d need to lay back and box her from the outside. She told me to listen for her call during the first round. Within the first minute, I heard the command: “Pressure!!” and I darn did.
Round 2: I got hit a lot, and that’s about all I remember. My own pace was a little slower than in the first round. In the corner after that round, Terri’s words boiled down to: “You lost that one, now go win the next one.”
Round 3: I re-applied more pressure with renewed determination. The ref paused the fight to give my opponent a standing 8 count. At some point, some snot came out of my nose and onto my face and I remember thinking “Ew, gross!!” (I’m sure you’re glad I included that detail.)
The moment Terri pulled my headgear off, my head was relieved x1000 and the headache disappeared like magic. (Side note: Since my old strap broke, I ordered new headgear. The first 3-4 times I wore it, I got that exact same headache. Now, it doesn’t hurt anymore. I guess there’s a break-in period?)
After the last bell, we knew I’d won the fight, but there’s still that nagging “what-if” feeling until the official announcement is made. The ring announcer drew out the announcement for a long time to make us crazy. I won by decision!
The other guy’s second bout was shortly after mine. His match stressed me out! Both him and his opponent had fought the previous day, and they both looked pretty tired. Our guy won out, though, so we swept Georgia Games 3-0 between the two of us, which made Terri proud. :)
This was a peculiar win for me, emotionally. I was in high spirits immediately after my fight, but within a few minutes I felt bad. Mostly physically: my face (especially the nose) hurt like heck, I had a bellyache, I felt a little light-headed, one of my right knuckles hurt, my muscles were already feeling sore… Further on in the evening, I started feeling down. Part of it (my pride’s about to show) was because I felt over-shadowed by my friend, since he won twice in a row. Yes, I know how silly that is and I’m embarrassed to admit it! I told him about it much later (when we were dating…) and we both laughed about it.
I don’t think that was the only reason I felt down, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. At any rate, we went to dinner again, but I didn’t feel like celebrating and I really wasn’t hungry, either. Looking back at myself that night, I was so petty. If the same thing happened again today, I’m confident I could turn my attitude around.
The next day, I was quite sore! Everywhere. I still felt a little down, with no reason. I’d just fought someone who was more skilled than my previous opponents, and I won. I won conclusively, fighting for the second weekend in a row. I looked, felt and performed better than the previous weekend against a tougher opponent! Why was I down on myself? I shared some of these feelings with Terri and she assured me (multiple times) that I did really good. I felt like a little child wanting attention, but it is what it is. The mind game is so important, and I’m learning to play it better as I progress.
Either way, I couldn’t wait to fight again. (Five more novice bouts left for me, and then I’ll go open!) I was looking forward to the Title tournament at the end of August (where I got my second fight the previous year), but I was hoping for a match before then, too. I also couldn’t wait to get back to training! First, I rested and healed. All fight-related pain was gone by Friday and I was ready to get back to work.
A Little Unrelated Note Stuck on the End: The Next Tournament
I didn’t end up fighting in the Title tournament because no other novice females entered the 125 weight class. Milana entered this tournament, as well as two guys from our gym. They all got matches, which made me happy for them and jealous. :) I spent the weekend driving Milana around and just spending time with her, which was awesome. I took my two favorite pictures of her, which she won’t allow me to show people (haha!). Here’s one of us she took during Georgia Games:
Milana won her fight! She got a broken nose and two black eyes in the process. She was supposed to advance to the finals the next day, but the doctor gave her a medical disqualification because of the nose.
I’ll end this post with a funny story from the Title tournament. I told a friend about how five girls entered my weight class at Georgia Games… “So where are they now???” She joked that I scared them away. A little boy, eight or nine years old, stopped and asked: “Is it true?!?” He looked up at me with big eyes. I said, “What?” I didn’t realize that he’d heard our conversation. “Is it true that you scared all those girls away??” Hahahaha! I just told him: “No, I don’t think so.”