Personal Narrative: My MMA Fight

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I have worn gloves for as long as I could remember. Not the ones that would keep your fingers toasty in the winter, but the ones that protected me. Strapped around the wrist and padded only at the knuckle, these gloves were the ones I would use in an MMA fight. When I was five years old, I began training in Mixed Martial Arts. When I put my first pair of gloves on, my hands felt trapped like a prisoner in shackles. They were tight and uncomfortable. My punches were slow, choppy, and hesitant. My gloves became the scapegoat; I blamed their stubbornness as the reason why I couldn’t fight better. I wanted to quit and easily get rid of my worries. I convinced myself to stick with it, knowing that eventually, I would get better and that it’s not

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