| UFC Dreams |
[Oct. 28th, 2022|05:52 pm] |
Last night I dreamed that I wanted to be a UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) fighter. I wanted to be known as "Betsy the Beast," LOL! But of course, in the real world these fighters don't give themselves nicknames, but earn them from others...
Anyway, there was a buff, jock dude who was gatekeeping and saying, "You're not fit to be a fighter, you're too old and fat," etc. And then there was a buff, black woman with lots of tiny braids pulled back into a ponytail, who was encouraging me to exercise and get in shape so I could do it! Telling me, "it's not too late!" It felt good having her stand up for me.
In reality, it is too late! After all, I'm pushing 40 and fucking obese.
But I wish I would've gotten into sports when I was younger. Whenever J watches UFC, I think, That could've been me... Since I'm quite tall and big-boned, I feel I could've been a successful fighter. Although I was somewhat physically fit when I was younger, I don't know if I had the right mindset for fighting. I believe it takes a lot of nerve. Basically, you have to be cool with getting punched in the face multiple times! I was just too fragile back then...
While my dad was a star athlete in high school, my mom was not at all sporty! The three of us girls weren't really encouraged to get into sports.
If I recall correctly, being on the girls' basketball team in the 4th grade was my idea. That and a few karate lessons around the same time period were the extents of my sports career. I don't believe my older sisters participated in sports, aside from what was required of them in gym class, of course. I really can't imagine either of them being into that sort of thing!
But yeah... Maybe in another life, or a parallel dimension or something! |
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