There will be blood

Right so, I'm back. I'm not going into the reasons for my absence because to be honest I'd just be making stuff up. I'm gonna do a post every 3 or 4 days until you're all up to speed and then one or two a week.

I wrote this in the lead up to my first fight since I got back.

So I've given the promoter the go ahead and it's nose to the grindstone to try and make myself invincible within the next 3 weeks. Actually, I'd just settle for ready but as a fighter once told me when I asked was he ready for his fight; you're never ready. There's always something else you could have done. At least there's a voice in your head that tells you something like that.
Anyway, I throw myself into the training and I start to get a good head of steam going in most sessions. I get to spar some very experienced guys who also have fights coming up so I get a lot of quality training in. There's also plenty of clinch time with the Thai equivalent of David Beckham. Guys who would still get asked for an autograph at a stadium. In typical Dave fashion I let my confidence get the better of me and sprain two toes sparring the head coach of the gym. This injury keeps me out of the gym for nearly a week and puts my training down the pan, more or less. I have to postpone the fight by a week, which also puts my plans for a drink fuelled orgy of destruction in Chiang Mai down the pan.
August 23rd rolls around and after a pleasant drive down, I get about the important task of ignoring what I have to do tomorrow. There's a gang from the gym in town to watch me and a Dutch girl Frieda fight, so there's a good bit of banter and it's easy to let on that tomorrow is another day. Then everyone else goes to bed and I drive the empty streets, trying to find some meaning to life, some greater understanding of the universe. Then I remember; fighting. The meaning of life or at least the meaning of life for the next 24 hours. Then maybe I'll rethink it.
So, I've just been to Starbucks to mould my gum shield in a cup of green tea because I had forgotten to bring one. How glamorous, now I am going to listen to a self hypnosis cd and go and kick the life out of a local boy. Hopefully. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me.....