K.O. by Eoin, Week 19.

I felt washed out. I was nearly there, on the edge, the brink, the fringe of a world title, yet I simply couldn’t muster the energy, the will, the determination to fight on. My eyes were flickering, open, shut, open, shut. I wanted to keep going, but the blue gloves kept stinging, pounding into my flesh and vibrating across the impact point. As I fell to my knees, just about to black out, I wondered, ” Was it worth it? The 3 a.m. starts, the sweaty gym workouts, the meticulous mindset training, the gruesome protein shakes, the slimy raw eggs, the time, effort and money?” I don’t know.