I have always been a fairly competitive person.
I can remember some pretty heated contests around the ping pong tables of my youth. On the field or off, I have never been one to shy away from a battle. Competition can be a great tool in the toolbox of life -- especially if used opportunistically as a means for advancement (a move that I used regularly with ease). Yet for all of my days as a competitive individual, I would not say that I have ever been a fighter.
Being a competitive person and being a fighter are two different things.
For a true competition to occur there must be (or at least appear to be) a reasonable chance for either side to succeed. An avenue for victory should be just as apparent as an avenue for defeat. What happens when you find yourself in a no-win situation, where it doesn't appear as though the field is level, but you decide to continue on?
Well, then you are fighting.
I miss the days of competition (which is probably why I am such a huge Philly sports fan). I miss the ebb and flow of the sport.
It's been a while since I've felt the open space of the ring rather than the ropes against my back.
I'm in a corner. My current plan is to fight my way into a competition.