February 9, 2016
Filed Under: FTEC Story
On May 30th, 2015, at 51 years of age, I stepped into the ring to fight. For me, it was a bucket list thing. Anyone who knows me knows I’ve been a fighter all of my life. I always refer to it as “the good fight” – the relentless pursuit of goodness and what’s ‘right’. I try to fight that good fight every day. But for one incredible night, I got in to fight not just the ‘good fight’, but a super badass one as well.
Not only did I get to take on an opponent and go three rounds in a real amateur bout, (which is beyond cool), I also got to raise my fists against the evil that is Cancer. Because every drop of sweat, and every punch thrown and taken was in solidarity with those who have faced the disease and won or lost and for everyone who loved those fighters.