Camp, minus the drama.

We trained for the last one like adults, which disappointed a few people who wanted a montage. Mornings were running. Afternoons were the same three combinations until they were dull enough to survive round eleven.

Sparring partners were instructed to be unkind. One of them was so unkind I thanked him and then hid his shin pads. He found them. Professionals are annoying.

The new rule was sleep. If I came in flat, we moved the hard spar. My ego filed an objection. We tabled it until after the fight, and then I retired, so the objection is still pending.