Summary of Sam Sheridan's A Fighter's Heart

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#1 I grew up romanticizing fighters and fighting, and I was a not-so-secret nerd. I played sports and was a mediocre varsity athlete. I was a not-so-secret nerd.

#2 I joined the merchant marines out of a burning desire to escape before college, and to see the world. I took the three a. m. train from an unmanned station in Amherst down to Maryland, to the Seafarers Harry Lundenburg School of Seamanship.

#3 I had been signed up with the Marine Corps, but also to go to Honduras with the Peace Corps, both to begin right after graduation in 1998. I vacillated daily, hourly. I made it all the way to Australia, where I finally had had enough of being part of a rich man’s toy and stepped off onto dry land.

#4 I was 24, in Darwin, Australia, and I planned not to work again until I’d spent my money. I began training in muay Thai, a Thai variation of kickboxing, and I stopped smoking and began thinking about fighting again.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822522787

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Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 7

Insights from Chapter 8

Insights from Chapter 9

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I grew up romanticizing fighters and fighting, and I was a not-so-secret nerd. I played sports and was a mediocre varsity athlete. I was a not-so-secret nerd.

#2

I joined the merchant marines out of a burning desire to escape before college, and to see the world. I took the three a. m. train from an unmanned station in Amherst down to Maryland, to the Seafarers Harry Lundenburg School of Seamanship.

#3

I had been signed up with the Marine Corps, but also to go to Honduras with the Peace Corps, both to begin right after graduation in 1998. I vacillated daily, hourly. I made it all the way to Australia, where I finally had had enough of being part of a rich man’s toy and stepped off onto dry land.

#4

I was 24, in Darwin, Australia, and I planned not to work again until I’d spent my money. I began training in muay Thai, a Thai variation of kickboxing, and I stopped smoking and began thinking about fighting again.

#5

I arrived in Bangkok around midnight on Valentine’s Day of 2000. I was extremely jet-lagged, and went straight to bed. I was woken up by the snoring of strangers, and walked around the camp until I found my way out.

#6

I sat next to the far ring, which was reserved for the Lumpini fighters. The trainers were older, heavier Thais with battered faces and scarred brows. They would drill their fighters relentlessly, switching through positions smoothly.

#7

The trainers would wake us up early in the morning to go jogging. We’d run on paved empty roads through the rice fields, past temples and apartment complexes with birdcages raised high on poles for decoration.

#8

In muay Thai, the primary tool to get you into better shape is the pad rounds, which work like actual fighting rounds. The strenuousness of the training is why so many fighters get sick.

#9

After three weeks, I could stumble through four rounds of pad work with Apidej. My kicks were finally acquiring some snap. I had massive, horny calluses instead of bloody blisters on the balls of my feet.

#10

I spent six months at Fairtex, training to be a Lumpini fighter. I lived in the cheapest room, which was at the top of the stairs, above the rings. It was noisy and airless, with stale sweat and ants everywhere. But it was a haven for me, a refuge where I could read.

#11

I spent four and a half months with