Far Beyond Driven

Frank Mir beat Antonio Noguiera fir the UFC Interim Heavyweight title last night, it what was supposed to be the toughest challenge of his career.

Frank Mir, who 4 years ago was in a horrific motorcycle accident, and was told he would never fight again.

He worked through some serious adversity, some very lackluster fights, and alot of personal demons. Then, last year, a better Frank Mir showed up and beat Antoni Hardonk, then in February of this year, he beat Brock Lesnar in what was for some reason thought to be a huge upset.

And last night, he showed up in the best shape of his career (even before the accident) and beat Noguiera, relying mainly on his standup, which was thought to be his weakest point.
Now sometime early next year, he gets to fight Brock Lesnar again, who since his loss to Frank Mir, went on to beat Heath Herring, and then a returning Randy Couture for the UFC Heavyweight Championship. The winner of tis fight will be the undisputed UFC heavyweight title. My money is on Frank Mir (quite literally, if I can find a place to bet lol)

My point being, I am a lazy fuck. I've used the metal plate and 18 screws in my leg as an excuse not to be as active as I used to be. Never really outwardly putting it forth as an excuse, but in my head, it was always there. That little bitch of a thought that told me it was ok to be a lazy fuck, because I probably couldn't handle the kind of active lifestyle I was used to living anyway. That little bitch of a thought that told me doing just enough to get by was ok. That little bitch of a thought that somehow rationalzed being close to 80 pounds overweight.

Well fuck that.