4:50 a.m. on a Wednesday (Yes, I stole this intro from It’s Always Sunny, because the show is hilarious and if you don’t agree with that then that’s fine, but I hate you and you’re stupid): The alarm goes off, and I try to think of any justifiable reason to shut it off and go back to sleep, but nothing comes up.
After a warm-up, I’m at the gym and moving for my first session of the day by 5:30 and will get my ass kicked until 7 am.
Shower, protein shake and a train ride and I’m in the office by 8:30 a.m. A few hours of playing on spreadsheets and I’m out the door by 11:50 a.m., to hit a no-gi jiu-jitsu class at Broadway Jiu-Jitsu, and I’m back at my desk by 2 pm. By 6:30-7, I’m home and washing my tupperware, putting clothes away and getting my gym bag packed. At 7:30 pm I’m out the door again to head to MMA practice at Sityodtong until 9:30. By the time I get home, shower, eat dinner and unwind it’s 11 p.m., and I’m spent. Around 11:30, I’m finally lying in bed, exhausted and dreading the alarm that’s going off five-and-a-half hours.
Such is the glamorous life of a prize fighter.
So why am I telling you all of this? Well, because I’m writing a blog post, you dummies; but also because people are always asking me how I balance professional fighting and a career in finance. If you skipped that first few paragraphs because they looked boring, I’ll save you the read: there is no balance, you simply don’t sleep enough!
To be a successful fighter, you need to be working on all of the different arts (kickboxing, grappling, wrestling, erotic massage, etc.) and working a strength-and-conditioning program. This obviously takes time, and there are only so many hours in a day. If you throw in an eight-hour workday and getting to the office, this can get a little tricky. So, you’re left with two options: work out less or sleep less. Which would you choose if you want to get to the UFC?
I’m not saying all this to get sympathy from anyone or whine about how hard my day is. I have a cushy office job that isn’t physically demanding and allows me some time to get my bearings straight after a tough workout. There are tons of fighters out there who work tough labor jobs that leave a job site beat up and tired, only to then head to the gym to work their bodies to the brink.
My day isn’t tough, I’m not struggling to make ends meet and fighting for a paycheck. Nobody makes me put my body through this torture. I do this shit because I love it. Between all of the blood, sweat and tears, MMA fulfills me in a way nothing else ever has. The feeling of engaging in combat with another man is one of the most freeing things you can do in your entire life (go watch the movie Fight Club if you don’t understand this, it’s a fantastic movie and Brad Pitt is a stud), and getting your hand raised in victory is the best high in the world.
It’s tough, but if you really want to get some sweet profile pics of you ripped up and and shirtless in a cage, then your options are pretty limited.
That’s it for this edition of ‘Lewis rambles about how great he is’. Check back next week when I’m miserable and cutting weight. Thanks for reading.