Arron Barringer

It’s official, I looked it up and everything; it’s been a LONG time since I have updated my blog. I suppose I better get crackin’ at it, seeing as I am all out of procrastination excuses. Truth is, a lot has happened since my last posting. Heck, it’s been a rough two years for me at any rate, let alone the last four months! We’ll get all caught up with that in a minute.

I fought Randy Fuentes on about a week’s notice back in May for the South Texas Fighting Championship. My cardio was tanked and I could not impose my game. Fuentes was able to out pace me the whole fight. Got a nod from one judge, but lost the decision. I learned a lot about myself in that fight, though. I had not pushed myself that hard in a LONG time. Not since humpin’ a soaked fifty pound ruck over a Talega firebreak through CS on no sleep, hungry out of my mind and delirious from a week of patrolling. One foot in front of the other, refusing to quit.

I’ve moved a lot in the last year. Too many times to have any sense of stability.  My poor decision making and Houston was slowly eating me up. It’s not even that I was partying too much, just that I was consistently allowing my life to become a distraction from my work.

I have an Anxiety disorder. It’s not all that bad, I suppose. A little present from my time behind a rifle. I allowed that to chew my life apart before I was able to man up and seek a little help from the VA. At the end of the day I had to take a hard look at myself and come to terms with the fact that whatever I was doing was NOT working. I needed to change the direction my life was going and that was going to require some real tough decisions.

Hardest decision ever: Leaving my team. I had been with Team Hoger for two years. For better or worse, I developed relationships and friendships in that gym that I treasure. I knew, however, that if I was going to really do this I needed to commit. I made my decision public, and began the search for a new home. I went to a few gyms, Paradigm gets the nod because they have a great vibe over there. They have some very tough guys, great coaches and an absolutely first rate facility. I chose, however, to join Gracie Barra – The Woodlands. I just felt more “at home” up there. They have a great facility and an amazing team. More than all that, however, Professor Robo and I share a common lineage: we are both Reconnaissance Marines.

I had a fight coming up in four weeks. A fight on the Bellator 27 card at 155lbs versus Gilbert Jimenez from San Antonio. People I know knew him and I heard the same thing several times: He will bring it to you. I had to either train hard, or pull out of the fight. I was living in south Houston, so I would commute to Champions Forest every night. An hour each way. In the afternoons I began the hunt for a new place to live. A week out from the fight I found a place and started the move. My girl and I did it pretty much on our own, but we finished the move the night before weigh-ins.

I knew it was going to be a knife fight, but I felt ready, and I walked out to face Jimenez. We were the last fight of the night, and both of us had promised to turn it up for the crowd. Jimenez broke my nose in the second exchange. Awesome. Undeterred, I plodded forward. I took a lot of shots- and let me tell you Jimenez hits hard– but really all I did was put on a display of survival. The few times I managed to gain position I was unable to capitalize on it. Oh well. I took a deep breath, put a smile on my face and fought through three rounds trying to create an opening for me to take. No dice, Seymour, I lost the Decision. Unanimously. Ugh.

I took the week off and got back into the gym.  I was shut down so decisively in my last fight that I need to build EVERYTHING from the ground-up. I’m fighting again on November 5th against Tim Snyder.

Guess since I got everyone pretty caught up I’ll summarize; I have a stable place to live and an amazing team that has rallied behind me in an effort to help me succeed. I’m not really good at anything else, which sucks because I’m not all that good of a fighter, but I figure I can whine about a lack of ability or I could just try and get better.

In the meantime I guess I’ll write a blog or two!

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