Self-Punch... Monday, December 19

Pulled a “Jae Sub” at boxing tonight, meaning I accidently punched myself in the mouth today when doing pad work. Yup, you read right. Sported a swollen lip for the rest of the evening, nice. Such mishaps – silly, self inflicted and accidental – like this happen a lot at the boxing club. They’re inevitable, so we’ve name them according to either the first person that pulled the silly mishap or the person who does it the most.

Despite giving myself the mother of all swollen lips, I definitely earned my “stripes” tonight at training – tiger stripes, as in the sweat lines that appear on the creases of your sweater.

The Dentist trained tonight at the same time I did and he brought a friend, another dentist… great. As if having one dentist at the boxing club wasn’t stressful enough for me. (Did I mention I hate the dentist, not this dentist in particular, all of them). The Dentist tried to get me talk to his friend who had apparently lived in Canada for a month or something like that. I didn’t get the full story but I definitely tried not too because I have somewhat of a borderline phobia of dentists. Stuck to training hard, taking very little breaks and ignored all eye contact in hopes of not having to talk to the two dentists. Talk about kicking up the intensity of training several notches!

The other day I made several of my teammates whole wheat flax seed tortillas and made them several of what I call “Cinna-fun Torts”. Today they made a special request for healthy cookies. My mission, now that I’ve accepted it, is to make just that… healthy cookies. Stay tuned for that;)