JAKE
I’m humming with adrenaline and endorphins from the fight and can’t actually feel how much it’s taxed me until I get back to my dressing room and take my first few swallows of sports drink. Normally, I don’t even like the stuff, which tastes like weak fruity spit to me. But when I need what’s in it, it tastes amazing, and I can’t get enough.
As soon as the fluids and electrolytes start hitting my system, I’m suddenly swallowing the stuff down greedily. Oh yeah. That guy made me work for it. I take a second bottle into my bathroom with me and gulp it down, too, before stepping into the shower.
Once the hot water hits and my muscles relax, my body goes through its usual post-fight changes. I become aware of slight pain: my forearms ache, my muscles burn, every spot where Chanchai tag
