Good Things Come to Those Who Train... Monday, May 14

Mondays are now officially called “Marathon Manic Mondays”, just like Wednesdays are called “Wonder Woman Wednesdays”.  My Mondays are quite as bad as my Wednesdays but with 6.5 hours of work back-to-back, with personal training kicking it off in the morning and then my boxing after it all, it’s pretty intense and energy-demanding. 

Am convinced thought that despite how tired and mentally, physically exhausted I come home as being, if I can just get myself out to the boxing club for training it makes everything right.  Nothing is quite like working up a good sweat.

Feeling sick?!... sweat it out.

Feeling down in the dumps?!... work it out.

Feeling tired?!... soak up the energy at training.

Feeling good?!... share it at training.

Sometimes I’m convinced that if my teammates knew just how much I adore and feed off their awesome energy, Junior Mint would seriously have to make double doors for their inflated egos to enter the club.  I’ve got a solid, solid crew of teammates I train with.  I’m loving many of the amateur boxers too.  There’s one amateur boxer who has named himself “Russia”.  I call him “Re-Read Russia” (inside joke probably only few of my boxercise gals will understand… hahaha).  He’s a massive high school kid who acredits eating kimchi for his tall stature.  He asked me a week or two to help him with his training so I’ve been trying to help him with his footwork and skipping techniques.  I can’t skip beside him for the life of me though.  The funny smirks he makes with his face totally break my concentration and I end up practically in tears. 

One of my personal training clients trains alongside me at boxing now so I tend to give him a hard time.  I urged him to keep on moving in between rounds so that he keeps his heartbeat elevated and really works up a sweat.  It’s not cardio unless your heart is pounding and the sweat is flowing.  I caught him chatting it up in between rounds so I scooted over and started doing combo punches on him.  I give him a couple more attempts before he fears talking in between rounds when I’m there… hahaha.