I have been watching a lot of shows on The Military History channel and I have been watching a lot of action movies. You know the kind with guns and knives and half naked chicks and everybody kicking the crap out of everybody else. The kind where everyone is all muscley and say things like “I ain’t got time to bleed” and “Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans.”
I have been loving pretty much everything I have seen. Unfortunately I think I somehow mistakenly began to think, not sure how, perhaps through osmosis that I am now a badass.
I can come up with no other reason why, when asked, “Do you want to knife fight/train with an former Marine sniper, current MAA fighter whose philosophy is: I only know how to train hard?” Did I respond with, “Sounds fun.”
What part of that sounded fun to me?? In retrospect, I probably should have thought that one through a little more, but hindsight being what it is and me meeting Arete in just a bit I guess it is too late to back out now.
Delusional grandeur aside, I am patently aware that I am not a mean motherf(you know the rest), but a girl can dream. What is it that they say, “Fake it til you make it”? Well, that is my plan. I am going to keep acting like I am tough until I either become tough or die trying.
Wish me luck!