Highlights of my Day... Monday, May 21

1. The other day I sat down and had a serious thought about my boxing. I just don’t want to give it up, not yet. So, with that in mind, I set my alarm clock nice and early and headed out around 6am to go see Mr. Kim at his boxing gym in Seoul.

2. No sooner had I started putting on my hand wraps but Mr. Kim was already starting to take jabs at me. This man has no sensitive tooth for me, or anyone else for that matter and so he gets right down to business. I respect that and I respect him but he’s always yelling at me. He repeatedly asks me questions and then gets mad at me when I don’t respond… I guess he thinks I miraculously have learned to speak fluent Korean since the last time he yelled at me.

3. So there I was, in the ring with Mr. Kim… the Korean Nazi of
boxing! I’m convinced Mr. Kim could make even Hitler bow down to him. I had just finished putting on my gloves but by then Mr. Kim had already given me a few good rib shots. I was furious. I’m convinced he purposely makes me mad in order for me to train harder and I do in fact train harder but I’m not as focused though. All I think about is trying to avoid his punches and trying to score that one sweet knock-out punch as oppose to the technical work I’m doing. I’d love to just knock that man out though… put him in his place!

4. By the fifth round I was fuming. He had hit me way too hard and one too many times in the head. By now I had lost my mouth guard. I threw down one of my gloves to tell him I wanted to stop but he stopped one punch too late. That one punch was enough to knock me off my feet and so I was seeing stars.

5. That was my exit cue. I ended up picking up my mouth guard and throwing it at him. Actually, I threw my water bottle at him too. How dare he push me to that limit. I know boxing isn’t an easy sport, that’s why I’m doing it, but I lost some respect for him today. He seemed to have no concern for me as an athlete and instead treated me like we were in some kind of underground chicken fight. He yelled at me to come back and so I yelled at him with some of the more “colourful” Korean words I had learned on the subway. As I turned to look back at him, he stood there with the biggest smirk on his face. He knows I’ll be back.

6. By the time my bus got me back to Cheonan, I had somewhat cooled down. I then had to rush off to school for my one class…. my craft major students. I was in no mood to deal with those three particular students in this class who ALWAYS are so rude. These three girls, I tell ya, they sleep in my class, text message and then ask to go to the bathroom so that they can phone their friends. Mark my words, if they cause me problems next week, I WILL kick them out of class. I’ve had enough with them.

7. During class I had noticed a big bump forming on my head and by the time class finished, I was now feeling sick. My adrenaline from the morning training had finally worn off and so when I went to go see Sue tonight I ended up puking on the side of the road.

8. Ended up being taken to the hospital where the doctor poked at my forehead, causing me to totally squirm in my seat, and then he gave me a shot in the butt. Leave it to Koreans to give you some random needle in the butt. I don’t know what that was all about but it’s definitely a Korean thing…. Hehehe. Turns out I have a minor head concussion and a bruised ego… hehehe.

9. I was suppose to train with Buff Boy today and so I headed out to the gym. I got about 20 minutes through my bicep training before I felt dizzy and called it a day. My head was pounding. Buff Boy was all proud of the massive bump I was sporting.

10. In anticipation of Pretty Boy coming home, I cleaned my house from top to bottom… again. He told me that there might be a slight chance of him being able to coming home tonight and so, like a kid on Christmas Eve hwaiting for the arrival of Santa, I stayed up. I was all bright eyed and super anxious. I thougt maybe he’d come super late and so instead of crawling into bed, I reapplied my make-up, fixed my hair and then curled up on the couch. He never came. He’ll be here tomorrow then.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Is that man normal?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
-- Friedrich Nietzsche