I hurt. I hurt everywhere.

There is a dull ache in every movement. Every ligament, muscle and tendon groans with exertion when I shift my weight.

Anyone whom is involved with a combat sport of any type can tell you that you will work body parts that you didn't know you had. But, a grappler of any type can intimately describe the intimate feeling of a muscle stretch. The slow tear of skin, the tender points of flesh in which contact was made too forcibly. Tender points where blood will pool and bruises will form.

I am black, purple, green and yellow. I would not trade it for the world.