Personal Narrative: The Fight

Most excitement and fear flow through my body that night. The anticipation of tomorrow was barely suppressed. I struggled to force the anticipation of tomorrow was barely suppressed. I struggled to force mean day aside. I could not afford to be distracted and I needed rest. I still wonder how I was able to sleep at all that night. My thoughts and emotions crashed and claimed around my mind but somehow, I slept. I awoke refreshed and full of adrenaline. I wasn’t very hungry but knew I must eat. After a small quick breakfast I packed my gear and headed to the tournament.
As I stretched and warmed up my Sensei approached me and pointed out the only opponent that mattered the reigning champion. He was a few inches shorter than me, around the same weight, and age. He was a black belt to my brown but I was not intimidated. Rank does not necessarily reflect skill. But as I watched him warm up I realized that I would have to be
Two fighters with the same goal, to defeat the one standing in front of them. The one blocking their path to Victory. We were two Warriors who were completely and utterly drained, fighting on pure determination and willpower. We traded punch after punch and kick after kick no longer defending. There was only enough energy left to attack. And attacked we did. I remember when the championship trophy was handed to me I almost fainted. Sears blurred my vision and fell down my face. My first tournament and I was crowned the winner. This was an accomplishment like no other. It was on this day that I experienced a change. I change that resonated deep within my soul. I found confidence in myself that I did not know I possessed. That day I felt Invincible. I could move mountains and swim oceans. Nothing could stop me. The sun shines bright on that day and on that day I was the