I’m not saying you should go crush on a fighter. (Though if you do, maybe don’t stare at them while holding a water bottle for ten minutes. Learn from my mistakes.) I’m saying that this feeling—the one that hijacks your pulse and makes you forget your own name—is a gift. It’s your body’s way of saying, “Hey! Look at that person being awesome!”
Think about it. You’ve probably had your own “fighter who stole your pulse.” Maybe it was a baker who kneaded dough with such intense focus. Or a musician who closed their eyes while playing a guitar. Or even a coworker who perfectly aligned a spreadsheet. Whatever it was, you felt it: that sudden awareness that life is happening right now, and you’re not just a spectator.
So here’s my advice: let them steal your pulse. It’ll give it back, I promise. A little faster. A little more alive. And you’ll be forever grateful for the thief who reminded you what it feels like to truly beat.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bag of hand wraps to finally open. And maybe, just maybe, a fight gym to visit. Don’t worry—I’ll bring a water bottle. But this time, I’ll actually drink from it.
