That's a comical assessment although you may or may not have meant it.
I find competing in sports really exhilarating, but draining being out in that sort of platform. I've always imagined myself in the Octagon like most prolly do. I would prolly gas out after the 1st round from adrenaline dump or maybe even on my way into the Octagon. There's nothing worse than embarassing yourself...haah.
Contemplating what to eat for breakfast and what new documentary or film to watch!
Somehow I had a partial dream of Liz Carmouche...what the heck. It was me watching her train and do interviews like in the primetime show. Why couldn't have been Gina or heck even Ronda. It must have been all the weird banter going on between two fellow board members on here...roflz!
Any comedy apart of that "I wasn't nervous but scared" is unintentional.
I'm barely awake right now, so what I type isn't entirely in my control.
Seriously, I really thought I would enjoy competing more than I did.
"He who defeats himself is the mightiest warrior" - Confucius(I think)