My Ultimate Fighting Championship
The best ultimate fighting to me is in a cage, one shaped like a boxing ring but enclosed by a ten foot high chicken fence. Inside humans duke it out. There s no exiting until the task is done.
I am in my own UFC Championship. My ring is the long, virtually never ending, hot, dusty, often noisy sun drenched road. The chicken wire is the hot steel railroad track on one side of the road forcing me always back on to the road surface. My gage completes its confinement on the other side of the road by stringing along mile after mile of newly planted corn fields through which there is also no escape.
The only way out of my self imposed UFC cage is to keep moving along the road – unless of course I turn around and head home. No, then I would simply be a UFC wimp!