Virani v. Maeki 3

The ref was worried enough about me after that last punch that he checked on me between rounds – I guess I stumbled a bit as I went to my corner, but by the time I was on my stool, I felt like I had already recovered. I think actually taking that punch was good for me, I realized that I couldn't fight stupid or I was going to get hurt (and probably get stopped, which would be embarrassing). I smiled and told the ref I was fit to fight, which seemed to convince him that was true.

If you want to read the full story, find it here -> My Story - Part One - White Collar BoxingThere are times in your life where things just kind of...stop and you think to yourself...how the hell did I get here? That's exactly what I'm experiencing right now.
I look up and around at my surroundings. I'm in a boxing ring, and the crowd is about half full, though it's filling up as we go. My coach is behind me, gently kneading my shoulders. My opponent is making her way to the centre of the ring as the blue shirted referee calls us to the meet in the middle of the ring.   
How did I ever get here?
I'm about to participate in my first professional boxing match...and its still hard for me to believe that I'm doing this. Maybe to make sense of this, I should go back to the beginning. Maybe someone else can make sense of my life. Me…I’m not sure that I can anymore.
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My name is Virani Macvicar. Strange name right? Well, th