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My Ecstasy-Personal Narrative

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When my name was called, butterflies instantly got into my stomach and i knew that it was my time. I went to the gym that day with no idea that I would be sparring in front of a large group of people. When i walked down into the gym i was instantly told to gear up and get ready because i was next up to spar. At that moment my head started to hurt, i felt weak, i was dizzy, and i felt like puking. And at this point it was my turn to spar and i got even worse, i felt like i was going to die but i didn’t let it show i got in the ring with confidence. The first round was terrible when the bell rang it was like i instantly forgot everything that i was taught. When i went for a Jab i left my guard down and i got hit and then came the right hook

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