Full Force with Training.... Wednesday, September 25

It'd be one thing if I could go home and crash into my husband's arms but my coach is my husband.  Perhaps I could vent about my coach to my best friend, oh wait that's also my coach.  Maybe I could discuss the pressure of my coach with my coworkers, but then again he is that too... or my teammates, wait that's him too.

 

I work, train, play, sleep, 'sleep', and live with my coach.

My coach is Snickers.

 

Today we kicked off my strict training schedule today at the crack of dawn, well as early of a dawn I will ever see.  "Get up and go running" he said as he dug his elbows into my side. Me trying to warm up to him with my naked body proved to do nothing but make him more persistent with pushing me out of bed.  "Thump" went my naked bod on the floor, nice. 

 

8:30am running
I didn't quite get my goal time of 5mins/km but a time of 5:03mins/km proved to be somewhat disappointing because I don't like to settle for 'almost' or 'good' so I had to remind myself that there is no such thing as a bad run.  There's good runs and better runs but every run is a run. 

 

2:30pm padwork
I thought he was being sarcastic when he said we'd go 30mins on padwork but he wasn't and he proved it when he hit me with the pad and continued on. "Continue" he yelled. He's making me change my boxing completely so starting me off at the basics was very frustrating and not to mention humbling. 

 

No weight training today

 

10pm boxing
What was supposed to be a long drawn out training session ended up being a very short one.  It ended with me throwing my gloves and pouting in the office when Snickers yelled at me from across the club.  I just wanted to pound away at the sandbag.  I felt him watching me and then he got so technical with me, and so loud. 

 

I stayed in the office till about 11pm, laying on the couch. Snickers came in and we cleared things up but he reminded me of what he had told me before, that it's going to be a very frustrating first month training together but it'll be worth it.  It's only been our first day of our new intensive training but it's come with an overdose of frustration, I kid you not.  Our little couch-cuddle chat was then interrupted by WOW President who randomly decided to show up with his sons and a massive cooked rotisserie chicken -- chicken party, delish!!!

 

It's been interesting to train with Snickers especially considering he was a boxer I curiously watched at training and had seen fight before I actually ever talked to him or met him.  I know I'm by no means on the same level of him but I've got heart and passion for boxing.  I remember training with him at UP; I was always intimidated training beside him because all my teammates and the amateur boxers would stop and stare at him whenever he did padwork.  Sounds rather exaggerated but it was almost as if he were some kind of superhero in the ring.  Jaws would drop, eyes would quickly be glued on to Snickers, and we'd all be mesmorized at just how fluid and natural he moved and punched.  And then of course there was Snickers' sparring sessions.  We all eagerly watched and we all shared the same gratefulness that we weren't his opponent, taking those rough body shots and mean hooks.  Snickers is naturally talented, there's no denying it, but I've had to work really hard for the skills I have.  It was intimidating enough training beside him at UP Boxing so you can't imagine how intimidating it is to now be training with him.  I told myself to just suck it up, put away my pride and view him as a coach and not my husband but it was hard.  He had me almost in tears when he yelled at me during boxing but I know that it was my fault.  I'm way too sensitive when it comes to someone poking my pride or when things are said from someone I care about.