A day at EXOS: The war on injuries and how the UFC is waging it

We are somewhere deep within the desert sprawl, and for Paul Felder, the fatigue is real. Max Holloway stands beside him, hands above his head, drenched in his own sweat, grinning. They are both loving this. I, on the other hand, am dead. Or at least mostly dead; the second coming of Westley from ‘The Princess Bride' slumped in Miracle Max's living room, waiting for the bellows to bring me back to life. We've reached the end of an afternoon's work, but for Felder and Holloway and the