Today is mothers day of course…spent the whole day with my mom…I’m thankful for all she’s done…I know its hard to hard to raise to sons especially when she has a son like me whose always in trouble…
Whether it’s me fighting in Las Vegas as a prize fighter or a soldier venturing into the deserts of Afghanistan hunting the Taliban for a peacekeeping mission…my mom deserves the right to know what his son’s endeavors. She just wants me to live a normal life of an A+ student and get a decent, steady, well-paying 9-5 job. But for me I strived that and more…juggling my part time occupation as a soldier, an ambitious boxer striving for the opportunity of a lifetime and yet trying to accomplished the goal set by my mom…can be strenuous at times… But I sometimes I find it hard to tell her…but if I want to be the best at what…I must work and train harder and use methods different than just the normal average…having said that, there will always be that element of danger competing at that level…playing it safe is just for the average…she terrified of me in the midst of danger. I guess the best way for her to know is for her to find out rather than me telling her… it always just resorts into nagging and eventually an argument of some sort. I guess it’s her way of showing she cares. Hopefully one day she can turn on the TV and see that her son not only has lived up to her expectations but surpassed his own too in bringing the Olympic gold medal home…I think that’s the best way to let her know.. That’s the vision I have going through all that hard blood…sweat…pain and agony furing training...My wrist has healed fully and its 100%...its time to get back on the journey to the 2012 Olympics. Partying and relaxing are over…with the match scheduled in August in Las Vegas fast approaching…facing an undisputed champion from east LA…The ring beckons again…
They are heirs to a tradition that have been around since the beginning of civilization,
modern day warriors...whose physical supremacy remains the ultimate judge…
philosophers of a craft where nothing can replace the simple elements of…faith, focus and fortitude…
training with an energy that is endless,
teaching from textbooks that are invisible,
and fighting with a force of entire nations behind them
he is the best amateur boxer in the world in the eyes of his trainers
an ambitious champion whose triumphs has come over a variety of weights over legends of the amateur ranks
he is the doubter at hand...fearless relentless and eager for another opportunity…to prove that he's more than just a charismatic challenger
in his pursuit he's made a pursuit he's made a bold move...hiring a new coach…a loud, irrepressible but undeniably wise to peculiar discipline of boxing science
Their unlikely pairing will be countered by permanent bond…a partnership with roots between the ropes but a connection that thrives long after the sound of any bell
2 modern warriors one opposite sides of the world have become embodiments of the pride of 2 nations, 2 very different ring philosophers whose teachings are tested with each new trip to the spotlight
12 weeks, 2 training camps…from
Toronto to Los Angeles to Las Vegas on the night of the fight…
In just 12 hours…the first day of that 12 week training camp for the fight begins…
And that “he” is just the mere shadow that walks around with me…
That “he”…has got to be…me…
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