"I just wanna live my life! Hey Vegas, Miami. Hey London, Toronto. Hey Paris!"
... wait, did he just say Toronto?! Yes, he did.
This was the song blasting in my earphones yesterday when I was out on an insanely early (well early for me) morning run. I'm all about training hard and training outside of your comfort zone but trust me, me getting up for an 8:30am run... nothing is comfortable about that. It wasn't until the 3km mark when this song -- 'Liv Tonight' by Nelly -- woke me up and I realized what I was doing. As soon as I heard him give shout outs to Toronto, it's almost like I gained consciousness and realized that I was out running with the morning sun beating down on me. Have no idea where I was mentally for the first 3km mind ya.
Yesterday was my first morning run since the creation of Hulk's and today I anticipated doing it again but I made the mistake of changing my alarm clock. Ya... I blame the alarm clock. I've got bad nerves so waking up to a buzzer feels like a heart attack and a half so I changed it to a song. The only problem being though, as I found out today, is that waking up to a song I like means laying there to enjoy it and then enjoying it a couple more times when I press the snooze button. Listened to that song probably about five times before I ran out of snoozes and I fell asleep again.
Snickers has gone all hardcore romantic on me, taking me out for spontaneous dates after work so heading out for a run after work is no longer an option. Now I spend my time after work cuddling with Snickers either over a movie or at some random date hot spot in and around Cheonan. I'm not complaining, surely no, but I think he's getting all super candy sweet on me because he's been busting my chops at training lately.
Many don't know it but Snickers is my new coach and it's super intimidating because while Junior Mint, my former coach, always got on my case about training and getting enough sleep, there's really no escaping Snickers. He knows all, sees all -- what I eat, what training I do, when I go to sleep. We sat down the other day to talk about my training and I got on his case a bit about not doing pad work with me lately. I was simply trying to be cute and tease him but he bounced back with insisting I do this and change that if I want him to be more serious with me as a coach.
What makes Snickers most intimidating to me as a coach is the fact that I know his skill and level of boxing is so much higher than me -- he's defended his Super Light Championship title how many times?! Moreover, I don't like looking like I don't know how to do something and I don't want him to think I'm a bad boxer. With him coaching me, he's getting that insider's scoop on my strengths but also my weaknesses and it's showing him my weaknesses that I feel most uncomfortable with. I want him to be proud of me as a boxer and not because I'm his wife. And trust me, the fact that I'm his wife really doesn't factor in when he yells at me or pushes me around at training. The other day I was doing an ab circuit with one of my boxercise babes and he walked by and told me, "Don't tell me you're tired when I train you today!" He's been really trying to urge me more to coach members only as supposed to do various circuits with them. I have one boxercise babe who does my 'She-Hulk Hulked-Out' abs circuit at the advanced level -- it's a 17 minute circuit -- and I look forward to training with her on it. Snickers went on and on about it at the club and then continued on long after club hours, when I was laying beside him in bed. "You are their coach so coach them" he told me. "You're my boxer so you train with me."
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