Fighting is something I have learned to appreciate more as I have gotten older. As a youth it intimidated me. As an adult I have learned that facing those fears on a wrestling mat is incredibly therapeutic. Mano a mano literally means “hand to hand” but most use it as “man to man.” It means that there is nothing to hide behind and we are going to find out who is best in strength, endurance, skill and heart (the desire to win). It means you have to put fear aside and courageously fight; to not tap at the first feeling of pain, but rather inflict enough on your opponent to cause him to quit first.
I think I am going to coin a new term: “womano a womano”. Its just like mano a mano only tougher. Tara was readmitted today due to severe dehydration and a resulting very high heart rate. I remember saying when she was vomiting again, “she doesn’t have that much stuff in her.” She proved me wrong. I was calling for her to tap. To cry “uncle”. To say “mercy”. Whatever you want to call it, I was saying she had enough. Somehow in the midst of it she kept her calm, got poked 6-8 more times, took a liter of fluid by IV and then her body calmed down. A nurse confidently told her an hour later, “Except for the nausea, vomiting and cancer, you look pretty good.”
Somehow she manages to smile. Like a fighter covered in blood that smiles like he likes it and says “bring it on!” She’s a fighter. To the bone. Tough as they come. She would say that she is resting and God is fighting for her. No wonder she kicks butt.
In UFC pre-fight announcement fashion: In the blue corner, standing 5 feet 5 inches. Weighing in at 103 pounds. A freestyle fighter from Rochester, Minnesota. With a record of 5 wins and 0 losses. Tara “the crowbar-a” Maier.