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DAY 2

                Sunday    morning,    8   A.M.   We   arrived   at   the   stadium   in   time   for   an   unhap py

                surprise.   The    Taiwanese    officials   had    created   a   separate   tour na ment    for
                foreigners   and   scheduled    to   run   it   bef ore   the   cham pi ons hi p   rounds .   I   was
                informed    that   participation   was   mandat ory.   I   asked    whet her    thi s   coul d   take
                place   after   the   main   event   and   was   told   that    it   was   impo ssibl e.   Thi s   abs ur d
                tournament  within  the  tournament   clearly  had  the  funct ion  of  exha us ting  and

                injuring  foreigners  who  were  still  compet ing  for  medals  agai nst  the   Taiwane se
                in   the   Championship.    A   time-consum ing    protest   ens ued    with   a   tremendo us
                language  barrier  eventually  being  br idged   by   my  teacher,  who   fortuna tely  ha d

                some  weight.  It  was  agreed,  finally,  that  those  of  us  who  were  still  in  the  main
                competition could take part after our             matches.
                    I  had  two  fights  left  in  each  division  to  win.  First  was  Moving   semifi   ls,
                against  the  number  one  fighter  from  the  tough  Tainan  school.  Moving  was  hi s
                specialty   and   he   came   right   at   me,   elbows   tight    in   the   pumme ling,   fast,

                persistent,  putting  the  cardio  load  on  me.  He  attacked   early  and  I  circled  out
                but   stepped   on   the   line.   My   instinct s   were   off—I    tho ught    I   was   well   in
                bounds, but was wrong. On our mats at home I woul d  have been  in. Bad  move.

                Down  1–0.  We  went  back  at  it.  I  let  hi m  pus h   me  to  the   edge   of  the   ring,
                baiting  him,  and  exploded  into  a  reversal  that   put   hi m  inch es  from  the   line ,
                but he had a deep root and wouldn’t go  out . Then  I switched gear s and  went  on
                the  offensive,  pressuring  him,  using    the   Anaco nda   techni que   I  had  de velope d
                three   months     earlier—inching      hi m   out ,   surgi ng,   tight ening   the    no ose

                whenever    he   tried   to   squirm   away,   clampi ng   do wn   when    he   exha led.   In   the
                final seconds I caught him with a beaut iful  thr ow but  my sho ul der  go t jammed
                on the landing.

                    I   was   on   my   back   between   rounds ,   br eathi ng   har d.   Thi s   may   ha ve   ha d   a
                telling  psychological  effect.  In  preparation  the  last  few  mont hs ,  we  di d  a  lot  of
                interval training, building sprint time in  the  ring  and  worki ng  on  recovery. We
                would    play   one-minute   rounds    with   one- minut e   breaks    bet ween,   sometimes
                going  fifteen  or  twenty  rounds  like  that ,   four   of  us  playing,   alterna ting   pl ay

                and   recovery.   My   idea   was   to   be   abl e   to   hav e   a   wild   spr int ,   dr ain   myself
                completely,  and  know  I  could  come  back  in  the  next  round      even  if  I  felt  like
                death baked over.
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