“You have to fight because you can’t count on anyone else fighting for you. And you have to fight for people who can’t fight for themselves. To get anything of real value, you have to fight for it.”
The next time you’re feeling crappy and want to use a sick day, just remember the time Ronda Rousey once snapped her elbow back into its socket and then used that same elbow to beat the holy snot out of her opponent.
Rousey spends a lot of her memoir My Fight/Your Fight detailing all the things that should have stopped her before she made it to the top. She was born “blue and listless” from oxygen starvation. She survived that, survived her father’s suicide, survived the eating disorders, the douchecanoe boyfriends, and all the people who doubted that a chick could make it in the UFC to become one of the biggest athletes in the world.
There’s an important distinction to be made. A lot of commentators want to call her one of the world’s top female athlete. Ronda doesn’t want to hear that. To her, she’s not a top female athlete. She’s one of the world’s best, full stop. And she freaking earned it. A lot of Rousey’s memoir details the hard work she puts in on a daily basis in her quest to be Number One. It’s refreshing to hear a woman who knows she’s damn good at her job and won’t settle for less that what she thinks she’s worth.
As someone’s who’s just starting to get into UFC fighting, I really enjoyed the book. It’s not a particularly challenging read but it explained a lot of things I didn’t know, like the torturous way fighters “make weight” before a fight. It also gave me one of my favorite new catchphrases: Fuck your tea kettle warmer.