That woman palpated me (mmm) poked me (ahhh) and then kazam! My back/neck spasm is gonzo.
Then she sent me to the coolest pharmacy, in Chinatown, where I bought tinctures and plasters with names like Red Flower Oil and Wood Lock in gorgeous ornate packaging, to soothe my aching joints and wish away my bruises. I also got 7 little hand made packets of raw herbs that stink a lot, I have to make tea with them and they're supposed to get me in top form for the bout.
So that's good, body feels good, training is good, I'm just about at fight weight, and once I get my hair braided, I think I'm all set to kick some ass.
I even think I'm in a good enough head space that I will indeed be able to forgive myself if I lose.
Must remember, it's the experience, not the outcome, that's important.
I feel really lucky to have my crew of beautiful, supportive people caravaning me down there -another adventure!
Less than two weeks!
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I wonder if one will be able to buy the tshirts for a grand on ebay in a month or so. ;-)
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