So much work and determination for that moment.
Weeks of training, to predict all the opponent's moves.
Tears of frustration, blisters and bruises all over your body.
Looking at others enjoying food you're not allowed to touch.
Running, with a burning feeling in your chest.
All for that moment, those 4 minutes that can change everything.
Judges lined up, blue and red flags in their hands.
The fear of them not raising your color in the end.
The surrounding sounds go away.
Fighting gear on, nodding to you coach's distant words.
The sweat starts running under your helmet, heart's racing fast, the adrenaline kicks in.
The sign is given, it's time.
The mat feels bigger than it looks.
With shaky legs you walk out, to bow for your opponent.
Facing each other, you'll never forget the eyes of your enemy.
The whistle blows, the moment has arrived. It's time to put the weeks of training into action.
One final deep breath.
Fight. Fight for the time you've sacrificed.
Fight with all your might, to earn that medal around your neck.
Cause in that moment it's worth everything.
