
This past weekend rocked. It was so worth the 8 hour drive both ways to Illinois for the 5 hours of fighting. It was friggin intense! There were at least 200 people fighting packed into an indoor basketball court and the brutality just did not stop. I was amazed at all the new people there who I had never seen before. I was also pleasantly delighted at the amount of chicks there, especially on the field! Even the drive was cool because I was with 3 friends who I bonded with even more than before which I did not think was possible...
So even though I feel like literal crap today... I am sore all over (everytime my muscles scream I smile remembering how they got that way). I am exhausted. I have some sort of cold/ respiratory bug gripping on my lungs. I am slightly behind in studying. ...I would do it again!!!
Because it was just friggin hardcore.

I had the realization today that in June, I will have been fighting about 7 years. That is over a third of my life! How scary is that?