As the story has it, I woke up and found myself on the very opposite side of the globe – the flipside. I arrived February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d simply do a year, then leave. Years later and I’m still here. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, group leader for my own girls-only fitness company, Flipside Fitness. And now I run my own boxing club, Korea's largest -- Hulk's Club!!!

Life on the flipside is nothing like I ever thought it would be…!!!


Thursday, September 22, 2016

From a Low to High Kind of Day

Got some sad news today when I walked into the female-only fitness gym.
A life lost should be a life celebrated though so today the ladies trained extra hard and dedicated their workout to her, to Gwenlyn.  I put on some Korean beats for the lady and then I too went extra hard at training for her. 
Trained late into the evening, till closing time at System .
Had started the day on such a sad note but managed to end it on such a high. 

The Passing of a Sweet Lady... Thursday, September 22

One of my clients at the female-only fitness club passed just recently.  I got the word today. A note to our other clients was typed up and put into a display case for all to see but then we held back on putting it on the counter.

Would notifying the other ladies of her passing bring a big downer upon everyone?

Would not notifying the other ladies be disrespectful to those who knew her but didn't know and should perhaps know?

Eventually it was decided upon that the notice would be displayed, right at the front desk that's at the entrance way to the club.  Most members saw it as they signed in and made their comments.  Many shared with me and each other stories of this particular client, Gwenlyn, and paused to look at the notice one last time before turning to go gear up for training.  

I wasn't as familiar with her as I was with many of the others but I've only been coaching at this club for a few weeks.  She was a sweet lady, super active for a lady that was well into her 70's.  She might have actually been in her 80's come to think of it.  Regardless, she wasn't a young chicken but she definitely moved about the gym floor, working those machines and smiling away.  It was her daughter who called.  

A life is a life and it was sad to hear the news today.  I commend her for being so active in her senior years but I don't know how she passed.  I'm curious but I suppose it doesn't matter.  All that matters now is that her life's passing is respected and her life is celebrated and reflected on.  

Time isn't promised to anyone and today I really felt that burden.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Your Body Knows What Sometimes Your Head Hasn't Clued into Yet

 Wise words of advice.
So simple but oh so true.  Too many people don't listen to their body and sometimes I'm guilty of this
too, hence why I showed up at the doctor's office after a week and a half.

A Morning Full of Medical Testing... Wednesday, September 21

For the past week and a bit my lower left side has been really irritating me; it's been painful.  The worst it got was the other day when I was standing at the bus stop and I thought I was going to puke.  I felt so incredibly nauseous and thankfully one of my neighbors just so happened to be at the same bus station stop because she came to my aid.  I didn't puke but I definitely didn't feel good.  Now I'm no one to go to the doctor's just for anything nor do I take any kind of pain meds, not even so much as Advil or Asprin.  I wait it out and figure that there's nothing that a little of extra fluids and some rest and relaxation can't really take care of for me.  But this pain has been rather consistent for about a week and a half so I went to my doctor.  He booked me a vaginal ultrasound and bloodwork, two appointments.

I had those two appointments today -- 8:50am ultrasound, 10am bloodwork.

I had asked some of my friends about the ultrasound because I've never had one let alone a vaginal ultrasound.  They reassured me it wasn't painful but it'd be uncomfortable and extra uncomfortable for me considering I'm not down with people touching it and are super shy in that sense. 

The lady doing my ultrasound was a middle aged Ukrainian lady that tried to distract me by talking to me about the Polish festival and asking me questions about it.

Ultrasound done.

Next, bloodwork.

I was so nervous about the ultrasound appointment that I had peed before my appointment, meaning that she had a harder time getting a read off the scene and then I had return after my bloodwork appointment to try once more to pee in the cup.

The nurse had suggested I put the urine sample cup in my purse and return with it.  I laughed when she told me.  Turns out she wasn't joking though.  I returned an hour later to do it at the office.  Pee in my purse?! Umm, no thanks.

It'd be one thing if I could have gone home after both those appointments but I had a meeting downtown.  I thought it'd be a fast business meeting but he insisted we go to a coffee shop and chat about my business proposal as opposed to me simply handing over my rough draft. 

I sat for 40 minutes with whatever jelly I hadn't quite wiped off my body from my ultrasound and was overly distracted by it.  I knew I had some in my belly button so I tried to not sit up straight and let it touch my shirt.  I had just gone through a forty five minute appointment where a blonde lady squeeze cold jelly on me, placed a condom on a medical probe and then stuck that thing up my "secret girl part" while she tried to talk to me casually, as if that meter long stick wasn't where it was.  Okay, so it wasn't a meter long and it was more professionally done than how I described it but I still had the residue and some of the unwiped gel on my body and was expected to sit there drinking coffee casually.  Nothing was casual about how I felt.  I had been probed like an alien and wanted nothing more to go home, wash and scrub down every 2000 and 1 of my body parts.

Finally got to go home and shower.

Now the waiting game with getting the results.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Traded in a Two Legged Man for a Four Legged One

Balboa may very well be the perfect man.
For starters, he greets me at the door like I'm Christmas walking in
and he's always down for cuddling, no questions asked.
 He gives me my space but always is there for me and he so low maintenance.
 And the fact that he's as cute as a button and has a gorgeous face
with perfect eyebrows is a pure bonus.

Preparing to Drop the Bomb... Tuesday, September 20

Let it be known that I'm still technically with Snickers, legally that is.  The legalities of that relationship seems to be more of a handcuff than anything but Canada served as a means of freedom.  Freedom from the restrictions that came with being a Western woman married to a Korean man, a Korean man whose immediate family had labelled me as "not good enough" and the "forever outsider".  His extended family, like his aunts and grandma, approved of me however and I do miss them a lot.  I often regret not officially saying goodbye to his grandma, Granny Kim.  I love that woman.  She's like no other woman I've ever met in that country -- so strong, so independent, and so not the stereotypical norm for what it means to be a woman of her age and status.

But anyway, I'm rambling... sorry.

I came to Canada as a sponsored athlete, sponsored for a year.  It was the story I sold Korea to get my plane ticket out of that country.  But the plan was for me to return after one year.  My year ended this past August 5th.  I'm still here, obviously.

When I touched down on Canadian soil last year it was like that handcuff had been taken off my wrist and I was free.  For the first five months of living here I think I cried every day, tears of happiness and tears of just pure relief to be here.  To be so free, to be so safe. 

I traded in my boxing club and my success for my safety and sanity.

Snickers was the love of my life, don't forget that.  I loved him like none other but I don't think I ever want to fall in love like that again because I almost completely lost myself in that relationship.  We've been together for 7 years and it went from incredibly good to bad, to ugly, to downright embarrassingly ugly.  We chat often these days, on KakaoTalk. He'll ask about Canada, I answer.  I ask about the club, he answers.  And then when he asks when I'm coming back I dodge the question and either say I have to go or circle back around to that of the club.  There is no "couple talk" but about a month ago he asked me if I miss him.  Sure, I miss him but not the "him" he had become in my life.  I miss the man I married, not the person he had become.  He's a different person now and I don't know that version of him.  I don't know if I like that version of him but I don't really care to get to know him.  I'm just so done.  I was done two years ago.

I think he was done with me before I was done with him but we were done with each other for totally different reasons.  He scared me and I disappointed him.  I never gave in to the whole "settle down and have kids" idea his family anticipated me to adopt.

I thought I'd have everything figured out after my year here.  I figured I'd have stuff set up here for a whole new life I could start living but I haven't yet gotten there.  Canada works at a much slower pace than Korea and I feel there's a sensory overload of opportunities that overwhelm me and that I never anticipated.  The temptation to throw in the towel and just return to Korea is there every single day.  I met with a friend tonight, to talk about my Second Dream and me trying to "take on" Canada.  He told me "if you want to swim with the big fish you have to learn how to big fish swim".  I laughed at what his advice, it sounded silly, but it was pretty applicable.  Maybe I've been swimming wrong in Canada.  I can't swim here in the fashion that I did in Korea.  Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning here though, like I'm barely treading water.  "The struggles are a part of the story", is what I tell myself every time I feel like I'm drowning here.  The struggles are the sour to the story but they're also what makes the sweet taste sweeter so you need the sour to enjoy the sweet.  I could go on here with additional analogies and affirmations but I won't.

My sponsorship continues -- the money from Korea continues to be dropped into my bank account on the last day or two of the month.  Sometimes it's a day late but none the less it arrives.  I've started to prepare myself for the day that it stops.  I've got big plans for the day it stops and when I think of them I feel sick. 

Ten years ago my exfiance traveled to Korea to search me out, to get me to change my mind about our breakup, and I have a feeling that Snickers is going to do the same when "my plans" go down.  Until then I'm flying somewhat under the radar.  I've started to cover my tracks.  I've yet to drop the name of the female-only club where I coach part time because of this.

When my sponsorship ends, either I'm going to Korea to end things or he's going to show up here. I'm totally anticipating this to get ugly, to get real.  For now I feel we're both dancing around the inevitable, circling around what we both know is coming -- the "technical" end.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Proudly Team Blue

Missing one of my fighers but here's Team Blue, all gym nasty sweaty from kicking butt at training.
Perfect advice for my fighters. 
They're going to do awesome on fight day, I just know it.

First Official Team Training Together... Monday, September 19

It was the first official training session at the boxing club for Team Blue and my phone wasn't working so I couldn't take any pictures of videos, go figure.  Murphy's Law, totally. 

Usually I'm at Clancy's doing my own team training/core conditioning with Coach Rico and the crew that comes out so it was a bit sad to see them training without me.  I miss training with them but having them there is a bitter sweet situation because as much as I wish I was training with them it is pretty great to have them there to feed me their positive energy and awesome vibes.

The club manager had notified everyone on Friday of who was in what team; each team has seven fighters.  I'm very happy with our pickings and the results of the teams.  Each team needs work but the fact that each of these fighters has participated in this event previously definitely helps to set the stage.  They knew what they were getting into when they signed up so there's no surprises with how intense the training will get and with what's required of them.  Having said that though, it doesn't exactly mean that it's going to be any easier for them having had that previous experience.  Work is work and this experience will surely demand a lot of work on their behalf.  Juggling a full time job with the set training schedule is going to be quite the task and it's going to include a lack of sleep, sore muscles, and a will power that's going to be flexed and needing an extra push every single week.  I have faith in them though and that's what I'm here for, to help them any way I can.

For now, they're training four days a week with Clancy's Boxing -- 3 days at the boxing club and 1 day at Riverdale Park for hill training.  In two weeks we'll be kicking it up a few notches with the addition of weekly Saturday sparring to their training regimen.

Monday  8:30-9:30pm           - Boxing
Tuesday  6:30-7:30pm           - Hill training
Wednesday  8:30-9:30pm      - Boxing
Friday  8:30-9:30pm              - Boxing

Saturday (afternoon TBA)     - Sparring

Sunday, September 18, 2016

A Stretched out Day of Polish Fun in the Sun

Checked out the Polish festival today; it was buzzing with Poles!!!
 Lots of games, rides, food, and live music for all to enjoy.
I was a huge fan of the corn.  Ate two actually, that is after I convinced
Polska B to ditch the funnel cakes and cheese.
Say what?!  Korean food at a Polish fest? But of course, because I'm here
and where ever I am K-Country seems to find me.
Found my way back to my gal pal for more Polish festival fun in the evening.
Love live music!
Am pretty sure this is a fire hazard and that Mr.Bartender man should be careful
of his eyebrows but regardless it was fun to watch.

A Long Day with the Poles... Sunday, September 18

What was supposed to be a simple stop by at the Polish festival turned into quite the full afternoon there.  It even carried well into the evening and, surprisingly enough, even the morning too, when the afternoon hours of fun in the sun with my gal pal Polska B just wasn’t sufficient time.  I had gone there right after church, to meet up with Polska B, so I showed up dressed up and hungry.
Side note here, when am I never hungry?!  Good point.
I’m convinced that since I’ve left Canada and been away, in those 11 years of me being MIA from all the festivities and holidays Canada started taking steroids – everything seems so extra pumped up, so exaggerated in size and intensity.  This weekend’s Polish festival was no exception to my point.
I was good with not indulging like crazy.  I didn’t indulge at all really, well at least not on typical Polish goodies.  I could have, would have and maybe should have but didn’t and I didn’t on account that my favourite Polish bakery is now at Tim Horton’s coffee shop.  It was like getting the wind knocked out of me when I headed towards what used to be my favourite Polish bakery – a bakery my parents and I used to eat paczki (Polish donuts), the bakery where Snickers ate his first Polish food item.  I wanted to snap a picture there and send it to him, remind him of summers past when it was him, me, my dad, and my mom all together.  Now it’s just my dad and I and not the Polish bakery isn’t there.
It was a rough reality check of how time changes things. 
After returning home only to leave and head to System for training, I then returned to the Polish festival for some of the night time fun with Polska B.  We had intended on hanging out at a local pub favourite of Polska B’s but when the music got cranked to the max and suddenly all (including staff) were well beyond one drink too many, we bailed.  Bailed and went to College Street, to a bar that’s so far from being anything Polish or even European.  We went to a Japanese bar where we both are familiar with the wait staff and management.  A trip downtown to that place turned into another visit to another place, this time it was me and two new friends.  Polska B went home but I had met friends and they lured me to go check out some live music.  I’m easily lured, it’s pretty bad, but I love live music and I love food so despite me needing a bit of a pull to the live music performance I will admit it was very easy for them to convince me to go out for something to eat afterward. 
My veggie omelette at 3:30 in the morning was accompanied by the strangest of strange stories from the waiter who had served me my food.  He told me how one of his customers had died on him right at the next table to us; wild story.  A earlier-than-early breakfast was then followed a walk-and-talk escort home. 
Got home at 5am. 

Saturday, September 17, 2016

Happy but Feeling Lazy too

Celebrate, celebrate... I reached 1000 followers on Instagram, very cool.
Okay, so maybe my numbers are low in comparison to other pro star people but that's okay.  They have their moments of excitement and I have mine, this was mine.
Definitely did this today.  Hello unexpected rest day.
 I'd like to add get a wickedly good massage from a strong man to this list.

Rest Day... Saturday, September 17

I showed up at the club for coaching thirty three minutes before I was even suppose to open the gym, that should have been my first clue that today was going to be totally off.  I showed up super early despite only having two and a half hours of sleep.  

Yup, yup, yuppers, it's true -- only 2.5hrs of sleep and 33mins early.

I was to open the club, coach the members, and run the entire gym until closing, 1pm, so that's exactly what I did.  The rain brought in more members than anticipated so I was definitely busier than I thought I'd be.  With a large coffee in hand and a few snacks to fuel me through the day, I persevered.  I survived with flying colours.  

Arrived at home and crashed on my bed.

Woke up some hours later, too late to go training but too early to call it a night.

I was exhausted though.  The mix of lack of sleep, managing the club and showing up for work with a lack of prepared real meals meant I was running on empty and running at full speed.  The crash at home was much anticipated but then I just couldn't pick myself up from it.  I wanted to go running, needed to go training but my body was like "girl, you're not going any where".  The extent to me doing anything tonight or going anywhere was a friend's house uptown.  

An unexpected rest day, that's exactly what this had become.

I then crashed at my friend's house, first on his couch and then on his bed... or relax, it totally wasn't what you're thinking, grow up.  Anways... We sat there for hours sipping on coffee and watching old school music videos but the caffeine was doing nothing for my energy levels and I totally melted into the laziness of the couch.  When he offered to give me a massage I didn't hesitate to say no thank you or pass if off with politeness.  I wanted that massage, more specifically, I needed a shoulder massage.  In between lounging on his couch and passing out after the shoulder massage, I got him to shave the left side of my head...and then I returned to lazy mode.  The massage was good, real good, so good in fact that I have no idea where or when it went from me getting a shoulder massage to me waking up in the morning, still very much in the position I had originally laid down for for the massage.  

Friday, September 16, 2016

From Big Smiles to Big Decisions

 After coaching this morning, I was treated to a gorgeous meal out by one of my good friends.  It's one thing to be back in Canada but it's so awesome being back and working down the street from where two of my good friends work.  Now I get to see them all the time.
The place we went to eat is called Nandos.  The chicken there is awesome and the decor and vibe of the place is simply stunning.
 I had a meeting at Clancy's Boxing tonight, to pick who we wanted on our teams for Alumni Thunder.  Here's me and my assistant, wearing masks because I couldn't quite get the poker face down.
Team Red, all I have to say is you better be prepared to lose.  We've got quite the stacked team and I'm confident that Team Blue is going to definitely represent in the ring.

Finally Some Final Decisions... Friday, September 16

What was anticipated to be a short discussion and quick picking got stretched for hours.

Today I picked the fighters for my team, Team Blue, for Agency Wars Alumni Thunder.

My assistant, our team manager, picked me up from my apartment in Cabbagetown and then we headed off to Clancy's Boxing together.  So far so good with working with him.  We seem to be a good match and click well.  I can't quite master the poker face needed during our team pickings talk today with the opposing team but that's okay. 

We had met at 4pm for the meeting, we left at 5:30pm.  Text messages and phone calls regarding the pickings last long into the evening and into the late night.  Everything was finalized at 11:22pm.

I'm confident with who we've picked, with who we got, and with the team that finally evolved out of the messiness of it all.  Go Team Blue!

Thursday, September 15, 2016

A Few Of My Favourite Things -- 2 Places and 1 Meal

This morning's meeting ended with me getting sent home with some company samples, sweet.  I'm always game for free protein and new products to test out.
I got to pick where I wanted today's morning meeting so I picked to have it at my favourite breakfast place, Figs.  Figs is one short bus ride away from my apartment and it's right across the street from one of my favourite buildings in Toronto.
See that turquoise building under construction, I love that building.
One day I plan on owning it.

Training for What's Next... Thursday, September 15

I had a business meeting today, a breakfast meeting, and then it was go, go, go from there.

Today's Schedule:
8am       Breakfast meeting
11am     Swing by the Toronto Reference Library
12-8pm  Coaching downtown -- a boxing class, core class and 2 personal training clients
8:30pm   Meet with Foo Man Choo
9:30pm   Training at System Fitness
11:30pm  Return home -- walk Balboa and answer business emails

After having been my own boss for the past several years, it's really hard to be an employee, working for someone else's business.  I took this coaching position at the women's only fitness gym downtown Toronto because I wanted to use it as a hands-on study tool -- a means of learning first hand behind-the-scene look at how a business functions and operates.  My Second Dream is to open my own female-only clubhouse so while this gym isn't exactly what I want to do in my future, it's half of what I want to do though and it is one of the closest things to what I want to launch.  I like my coworkers and I like my boss but it's hard to not be the boss.  I have so many ideas and so many things I'd love to bring to the table but this isn't my place.  I am but a worker here.  On Tuesdays and Thursdays my coworker is with me only for a couple of hours, my boss is in and out, and then I'm totally running the gym by myself.  So I do have some freedom with setting the vibe of the club and running it how I seem fit during my hours but not really.  I am still very much limited to that which comes with working for someone else under someone else's rules and being just an employee.  

In my eyes, this job is on-the-job training for my Second Dream, my next dream job.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

From the Library, to the Doctor's Office and then the Boxing Club

 A photoshoot at the library...
 ...some testing at the doctor's office.

...and then checking out Alumni Thunder in training.

Three Big Things Today... Wednesday, September 14

Three major things went down today: a photo shoot, a doctor's appointment, and Alumni Thunder training.

I had a photo shoot today, in the Toronto Reference Library of all places. 

The Toronto library is doing a kind of "People of New York" project where they're photographing different patrons that come to their facilities. For example they've got a recording artist and they've approached me about being a part of their project. I've become somewhat of a familiar face at the Toronto Reference Library at Yonge and Bloor because I've been using their computers and researching stuff related to launching my Second Dream. I think it's fair to say that I go to that particular library at least four times a week. So when I was approached about them wanting to take my photograph and include me in their project I jumped on it. They'll be showcasing me in their project as a professional athlete and entrepreneur.

I had a doctor's appointment today, a big annoyance considering the months of testing I did for the boxing license. Today was for an actual issue though, a problem. Nothing to say for sure yet but they're sending me for some blood work and testing because I've been experiencing a major sharp pain in my lower left abdomen for the past week and a half. The Captain wasn't feeling good and look, he waited so long and now he's as sick as dog, wasting away in the hospital while they make him wait it out a bit longer. His situation is so unfortunate and I feel terrible for him but it was kind of like a wake up call for me to not ignore what could possibly be starting symptoms for a underlying, much bigger future problem. 

They think I may have an ovarian cysts but one of my friends thinks I might just be experiencing what ever other "normal" girl refer to as "Bloody Mary", aka her period. I've never really had a normal one and I've only had one this year -- TMI, I know. Regardless, I've never experienced this pain before and what's "normal" for other girls has never been normal for me so I'm getting it checked out.

I had training with the Alumni Thunder today -- the returnees from Agency Wars at Clancy's Boxing. They trained and I watched. I gave some pointers but the point of tonight's training was for me to get a better feel of each fighter and make mental note on who I wanted.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

No Regret and No Settling


 I've never been one to settle and I proved this when I got up and left Korea
so why would I settle now?!  Exactly.

Out with the Ugly, in with the Wonderful... Tuesday, September 13

For the past two years I have hated September 14th and I had come to the assumption that I'd be hating it and cringing over the anticipated arrival of it for the rest of my life. But as Tuesday concluded and September 13th became September 14th, every thing changed.

September 14th changed and it was only a few minutes into it when it happened.

Two years ago on this very day I had hit rock bottom like never before and to say it was rough would be the understatement of a lifetime. No one but two of us will ever know the "rock bottom" that was hit and neither of us have ever talked to each other about it since. 

365 days in the year and this would forever be the date I hate amongst them all.

...that is until I got a text message tonight.

I was leaving my coaching job downtown when a certain someone messaged me, telling me they wanted to talk to me. I hadn't talked to him in about a month nor had I seen him in awhile. He texted me and told me that he was down at the place where we first met. Instantly I thought this was a cry for attention, an attempt at sparking things and rekindling the "us" that never really got the chance to really become an us. 

My thinking and his meaning were quite the opposite but I thought I'd amuse myself, hear him out and just see how the evening went. He showed up at my apartment, parked downstairs, and then I came out, jumped on the back of his bike and off we rode to where we had first met -- Ashbridge's Bay. We grabbed a coffee and headed to a section of rocks jetting out into the lake that were secluded from the beach boardwalk and general public.

...and that is when he made a business proposal to me.

He's heard me talk about my Second Dream to much extent, it's always on my brain and on my lips, and tonight he wanted to talk in more detail about it. My main obstacle right now is funding to launch my Second Dream and that's where he offered his help. He told me to get my business proposal ready, punch in the numbers and bring them to him. If he thinks it's a good investment than he'll be my financial investor, my silent business partner.

Our late night talk ended shortly after midnight, after the clock had struck midnight.

Leading up to today, if you would have asked me what would have become of today, I would have told you the same thing would have happened today as it did last year -- I'd bite my tongue, hold my breath and hope to squeeze out of today without getting too upset and without the ugliness of the past leave me in tears. So it's rather ironic that on the most hated day of the year I be so unexpectedly surprise with this most amazing opportunity of support and encouragement. Talk about stomping out the brutal bad and filling it in with the amazingly awesome!!!

Having said this though, it might all take a big belly flop, crash and burn, the financial investment that is and my Second Dream too.  But failing sure beats never taking a chance and regretting it.  I jumped and hoped to fly when I started out taking Hulk's Boxing from a thought in my head to something in the physical world so I already know I can fly.  Now to jump again.

Monday, September 12, 2016

Meeting the Fighters for this Week's Big Pick

 At 7pm a large crew of fighters for Alumni Thunder started their hill training.
 The training was intense and I envied them for being pushed so hard.
The purpose of tonight for me was to meet them all and then start making a mental note of which fighters I wanted to pick for my team, the Blue Team.

Like the First Time... Monday, September 12

Today's Schedule:

6am      Conference business call with Korea
11am     Meeting at the rental office
3pm      Running -- 10km
4:30pm  Respond to fan emails
6pm      Business meeting with Clancy's Boxing Manager
7pm      Meet the fighters in Alumni Thunder and oversea their hill training
9pm      Weight training at System
12am     Conference business call with Korea (continuation of morning meeting)

I meet almost all of the fighters trying out for Alumni Thunder -- the continuation of Agency Wars by Clancy's Boxing.  They met up at Riverdale Park for some intense hill training and I was quite impressed by the determination and focus a lot of them brought to tonight's training.  They reminded me of my old boxing club in Korea, it's motto.  The motto was "like the first time" which served to remind us to keep training fresh and bring to it the same energy and positive vibes you did when you first started.  It's hard to keep training fresh and it's easy to just put in the time and go through the motions.  But tonight, watching these green fighters train, it brought back some of those first time fresh feelings and I left their training super pumped for my own training at System.  

My buddy Left Hook is the captain of the red team and I have an assistant, Jay, to help me with leading my team, the Blue Team, so that's very helpful and it's reassuring to me that I'm backed up with this new position.  I was hesitant as to how I felt taking on this rule of the Blue Team's coach but tonight I found myself getting really excited about it.  I'm actually very excited about it come to think of it and it was evident with how smiley and positive I showed up at System after having met them all.  

This is going to be epic.

Sunday, September 11, 2016

Another Sunday, Another Loved One in the Hospital

I had just spent last weekend in the hospital and now I'm back.
Different hospital for a different person dear to me -- Captain Bowtie!!!
Spent a good chunk of my day walking the halls with him and then sitting beside him, 
holding his hand while he tried to simply sleep through the pain.

 We passed some of the time by playing cards but never did get through the second game.  Everything seemed to be such a painful struggle for him today.

A Tear for the Captain... Sunday, September 11

It was quite the commute there and back to the hospital today.  It was the second weekend, second hospital and the second dear person to me that was in the hospital.

Today was my church's corn roast.  It was suppose to be a day of fun in the sun and yummy-in-my-tummy, roasted, dripping-with-butter corn.  I anticipated enjoying the corn roast and then enjoying a coffee in the sun with the Captain at our usual chill spot, Riverdale Park, like we usually do every Sunday.

Instead I headed off to the hospital.  It was a two hour commute from my apartment.

"This is some terrible chill time", I told him.  "Chill time in the hospital and we don't even have coffee".  My attempt at trying to make light of the scary situation the Captian had found himself in.  Somewhere between this past week and maybe even as long as two weeks ago, the Captain's appendix has ruptured. It burst open and then got infected.  And here I thought I as a boxer had a high tolerance of pain, seriously.  He's been walking around with a ruptured appendix for the last week and a half, maybe longer actually.  That's crazy.

I arrived at the hospital today, found his room and when I walked in I was greeted by the Captain sitting up at the end of his bed, leaning against the frame.  At first glance I thought he was trying to play the victim card and play up being sick so I started laughing but as soon as he looked up at me and our eyes met, I knew he wasn't joking.  This was serious, something serious had definitely gone down.  He's only been in the hospital since Friday evening but he's lost 10lbs.  He's not a particularly big guy to start off with either so you can tell every pound that was lost.  
He looked so frail and I felt so helpless just looking at him.

Then he reached out for my hand.  I gave it to him and he went to sleep.  I didn't know what I could do so I got comfortable in my chair and held on to his hand.  Every so often I'd get up to close the door, get something from my purse, or whatnot, and I'd return to his side and hold his hand.  I felt all I could do was hold his hand so that's exactly what I did.

It was rough to see him in his condition but it was nice to be there for him.  

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Us Polacks Laughing Loud and Chit Chatting the Night Away

Two Polacks on College Street, this spells "good time" and "lots of giggles". 
It also means that boys are merely an accessory to the evening, not the focal point.
Ain't no Polack girl got time for boy drama, we're too busy enjoying our girl time.

Amusing but Good Advice... Saturday, September 10

Yesterday I was offered a particular coaching position from Clancy's Boxing and although I'm sure they thought I'd be thrilled, I was rather intimidated by the offer.  Every year Clancy's Boxing does a thing called Agency Wars.  It's a competition where they go and get a couple of dozen business men and business woman, put them through a few months of grueling training as if they were a boxer in a training camp preparing for a fight and then at the end they make them step into the ring for an actual fight.  It's as inspiring as it is entertaining, amusing and so very awesome.  Agency Wars is a massive event but now they've come up with Alumni Thunder, a continuation of Agency Wars in that it's for those who have already had a fight in Agency Wars.

On Friday I was asked by Mr. Michael Clancy of Clancy's Boxing if I wanted to be the coach for the blue team. 

I've been pondering the offer nonstop since it reached my ears.

I've approached a few friends about the job opportunity and they all had an earful to say on it.  I went out with my girl Polsak B tonight and we talked a lot about it.  The best advice though, both the most comical and most motivating, definitely came from two of my coaches.

Advice from my running coach, Coach Madman...
ME:  I don't know if I should do it, I mean, I've never done anything like this before.
HIM:  It's just like sex.  We don't have to talk about it, just do it... then we can talk.

Advice from my boxing coach, Coach Perez,...
ME:  Do you think I can do it?
HIM:  If someone asked you to do it then that means they already think you can do it.

Friday, September 09, 2016

Probably One of the Longest Days I've Had in a LOOOOONG Time

My day started off at 5am with me jumping up and heading off to the club.
I had to prepare and open the gym from 6:30am... and the craziness of the day that started so early continued well into the wee hours with no break and me crashing at about 1:30am.
 Dress #1 of 2 today.  This dress was for an afternoon wedding I attended.
 A couple that I know at my church got married today so I was there to celebrate it.
Pics with the pretty ladies... too funny and too pretty.
I then had to race it home, quickly train, and then leave again.
I had received a very special ticket for tonight's live fights from a very important person.
Dress #2 of 2, with this dress being what I wore to the fights tonight.
 What's a night at the live fights without running into some of Toronto's boxing royalty 
-- friends who are fellow fighters. These were a few of the many, many familiar faces I ran into. 
But let me touch bases on some of them in this above picture...
This is Michael Clancy of Clancy's Boxing Academy, owner of the club that sponsors me.
I was asked to attend with him tonight and it was my pleasure.  He is an incredibly sweet man and he's super supportive as he is inspiring.  Am so proud to have such a person in my corner, really.  He's in his 60's and still fights, that's fabulous!!!
And you should know this fighter -- my Coach Perez.
I haven't seen him for awhile because of his own situation but it's all good.  
I just really missed him. 
Some of you may recognize these two faces -- my Mexican promoter and a Mexican fighter who fought on the same card as me when I fought in Mexico.  It was very cool to run into them tonight but on my side of the border. 
 The fights tonight took place as Masonic Temple, a beautiful old building here in downtown Toronto.  I had VIP seats downstairs but this was the viewpoint from those watching it up on the balcony.  I watched a few fights from this spot. 
Met this incredibly jacked beauty and, as it turns out, her sister owns Hufs Boxing and has approached me before about training at their club.  Tonight I received my second invite.
Ended the evening with running into this long-time-no-see face, a guy I went 
to high school with.  That was a very cool surprise.