The Empathic Fighter – Healing Through the Fight
That Saturday night she was in a zone she had never known before; everything was different – There was a new level of consciousness and body presence. Her limbs tingled with sensation, and the ground beneath her feet resounded upwards with every stride, but at the same time she was only vaguely aware of the pressing crowd in the darkness. Its clamour rolling around the skeletal vaulted structure of the building, roars and shouts mere background echoes as she stared at the back of her coach as he led her, weaving through the hordes. With every table sold out, it was standing room only in Lansdowne’s Aberdeen Pavilion, and the buzz was palpable. Vaguely acknowledging a few giants leaning in from the right and left, her focus zeroed in on the ring; a beacon, a spot lit stage, and she knew it was hers. She belonged there. It didn’t matter that she was new to it; the hard months of training - sparring, grueling weight lifting regimes, exhausting hill running, broken