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As I turned the corner into the gym, that familiar leather and sweat smell hit me. The walls were old industrial brick, which gave it a nice old boxing gym feel. Right away, I noticed the ring situated on the left side at the end of the room and the metal folding chairs set up to the left and right of the room for the spectators. There was a wall dividing the gym in half. As I walked in, I went up to a guy holding a clipboard who was weighing all of the fighters. “I’m Chris from Suffer System.” He glanced at me momentarily, then flipped through his pages and replied, “Yup, I got you here, just step onto the scale, please.”

I put my gym bag down and stepped onto the medical-style scale, “216 pounds, thank you. You can get changed in the room at the right.” As I proceeded to a changing room, I remember my mind racing, thinking that all of this was happening very quickly and nonchalantly, making my emotions swirl a bit deeper. I vividly remembered that even though it was not cold outside, the gym seemed to have a chill to it. I changed quickly and started doing what all the other fighters were doing, stretching and getting to know each other.