1. Started my day off on a late note after I pressed the snooze button one too many times. Next thing I knew it, it was twenty to eight and I had twenty minutes to get ready and get myself over to the Cheonan Trump’s office. He was a no show but I was totally well aware that they noted my puffy eyes and will tell the Cheonan Trump all about them… they always do. Strange girls, they never really talk to me but they’re always quick to tell the Cheonan Trump that they saw me and whatnot. Not too sure what that’s about. Hopefully they also noted my skinny skirt that I wore to make up for the sleep lines on my cheek and puffy morning eyes.
2. Had intended to hit the weights before my Korean class but ended up totally falling asleep on the coach for a good couple of hours. Woke up to the smell of poop.. oh gosh. Not too sure what’s up with Mi Nam these past 2 days but he’s been acting bad. In addition to him randomly trying to start up wrestling matches in the middle of the night, he’s been refusing to eat in front of me. Usually we both eat breakfast together and then I take him out for a walk but lately it’s just been me eating. He waits till I leave the house and so, well, a belly full of food leads to needing to the bathroom, hence the lovely surprises I’ve been coming home to.
3. So, as you can read, my day started off rough and it continued on this way long into the evening. I got drilled at Korean tutoring and this week’s study chapter was loaded to the brim with new vocabulary, my weakness, and so I got blazed. I went from feeling comfortable and confident about this week’s studying to feeling like I knew nothing… dang!!!
4. Feeling like I wanted nothing more than to pound my stress away on the sand bags at boxing, I headed over to the club. I’ve changed my tutoring time and so tonight I ended up having to train later on in the evening. I arrived at the club and Junior Mint lectured me about coming late, which I wasn’t as mentioned earlier… I get tutored later now.
5. Then I opened up my bag and realized I had forgotten to pack one of my new Adidas boxing gloves and was told to run home to get it. My house is about a 10-15 minute walk from the club but Junior Mint told me I only had 10 minutes to go and come back with the glove. I begged for more time, claiming that I couldn’t possibly run in flip flops, “10 minutes” was all he said. And so, on that note, I ran barefoot home, grabbed my glove, tossed on some runners and jetted it back to the club only to then run into the ex in the door way. He tried to stop me to say something but I dodged him and ran up the stairs. Junior Mint saw it all go down.
6. Outside the club a huge accident involving two delivery scooters and a massive transport trunk played out. Not too sure what happened but by the sound of the skidding tire sounds, it sounded like a nasty accident. The delivery scooters, both loaded up with dishes and food, went flying and so did the drivers. We all ran to the window to watch it. I watched a bit but continued to train cause Junior Mint is always harping on me to train and ONLY train.
7. One of the high school boys turned to me and blurted out that I am a surely a better bike rider. Over came Junior Mint and WHACK… right on the back of the head. I instantly dropped my skipping rope and starred at him. “I know you still are riding!” he said and then he made me pinky swear I’d never ride again. Turns out some of the high school boys spotted me a little while back riding one of Panty Boy’s racing bikes downtown and ratted me out to Junior Mint. Nice… “no more ice cream for YOU!” I yelled out to the high school boys.
8. A common friend of Q and mine at the boxing club made it quite clear that he was siding with Q, which was news to me cause I didn’t recall making anyone pick sides. So he and Q trained while the rest of the onlookers stood trying to make sense of the clear tension between us. Junior Mint tried to lighten the tension during pad work by telling me to hit the pad as if it were Q’s face, it didn’t help. I don’t care to hit him, I don’t care to do anything to him or for him… I just want him to leave me alone and get out of my head… and definitely not train when I train.
9. Tonight I definitely got an overdose of beats. I’d say on average I get a minor beating once or twice a day but today it felt like non-stop. I got one beat for the following:
a. showing up late
b. forgetting some of my gear
c. running home barefoot
d. not saying hi to the ex when I returned to the club
e. because some high school kid ratted me out for riding a motorcycle
f. for not being able to focus during training
10. By the time training had finished, I was exhausted, both from the training and from the beats… and from trying desperately hard to ignore Q. I was so frustrated. I train so hard and try so hard to mind my own business but tonight it felt like I couldn’t do anything right. And so, on that note, I stayed home and tried to enjoy a movie. Lotte Super store had a massive bin with one dollar movies and so I picked up a couple on my way home. The choices were limited and when I popped in a movie, the quality was brutal… dang!
QUESTION OF THE DAY...
When does it get easier?
QUOTE OF THE DAY...
A bargain is something you can't use at a price you can't resist.
-- Franklin P. Jones
As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Korea February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. I was wrong. I stayed, launched my first company, Flipside Fitness, and then opened Korea's largest boxing club, Hulk's Boxing (now called Hulk's Club).
After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and returned to Toronto, Canada. But then I left again.
Now I live in the Philippines where I am the CEO and head coach of Empowered Clubhouse, the Philippines' first and only boxing clubhouse exclusively just for women. I also am the founder of the Lil' Sistas Project, CEO and designer of Slay Gear and Baa Baa Black Sheep .Ph.
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