I have exactly one more day to get through managing and training everyone at Hulk's by myself and what did I do but head to Hulk's to hit the sandbags. An hour later and not only had I exhausted my arms with 10 rounds of heavy bag work but had exhausted my legs by wearing ankle weights through half of it. Perhaps I should be resting and relaxing but I feel very apprehensive about what's going to go down tomorrow at work. I've arranged four meetings specifically for tomorrow because I was initially told that Snickers would be back by then. But he's not. He's not coming back until Tuesday which means I'll have to some how manage the club, train all my members, get in my own boxing training, and pull off these four meetings by myself.
No pressure.
When I told Snickers that Panty Boy Jr. was a no show at the end of the week, it was new news to him. He told me that he'd message both Panty Boy Jr. and the Heavy Hitter, get them to come in and help me but I told him not to do so. You see, I really, really hate depending on people and I much rather wear the all the weight of the responsibility on my shoulders than expect anyone to help me with the load. If I fail or if I succeed, I will only have me to blame or me to thank.
Honestly, I was very apprehensive about whether or not to even open the club tomorrow and had messaged a good friend in the States about it, asking him what I should do. It'll be me who will lose face when I have to tell those in our four meetings that Snickers isn't actually returning until tomorrow. It'll be my rep on the line and not the friend who was sly in lying about the return date printed on the ticket. It'll be me who will have to face all our members, not those responsible for the plane ticket mix-up. It will be me who will have to suck it up and train all our members and then it will be me who will have to train when my sponsor comes to check out how my training is going. It will only be me and I will either crash and burn or soar and fly above it all.
No pressure.
My running has taken a back burner to already being placed on the back burner. I didn't run last week and I don't think I'll be able to go running until Wednesday. Standing on my feet for 10+ hours at Hulk's to train members, doing continuous padwork, and then staying faithful to my own boxing definitely leaves me exhausted at the end of the day.
I am physically exhausted from taking on all our members.
I am mentally exhausted from juggling managing the entire club.
I am emotionally exhausted with all the drama that has gone down with this silly, silly plane ticket situation.
But you know what, I am ok. I am ok.
I love what I do and I get up every single day to do it again because I do love it so, on that note, I've decided to tackle this one last day of doing it all by myself. Ya, it flat out sucks that it's a lot to take on and that it'll push my Korean language skills, energy and patience to the max, but I got through it last week and I can get through just one more day. Don't get me wrong though, I'm definitely going to cash in on a full body massage come Tuesday morning when Snickers returns and I fully intend on taking the entire Wednesday off.
Last week I was beyond busy and beyond exhausted but I was also beyond very successful too. In one week I managed to pull in half the month's needed funds for the bills and maintenance expenses and when I told Snickers he was simply speechless. Not only did I bust my butt off to attract back some former members and attract new ones, but I also sold some lengthy memberships, scored a huge hook-up with a possible supplier, have started to put together a new sponsorship proposal, and tomorrow I plan on nailing a proposal meeting that will potentially cover the other half of our monthly expenses if not more.
It always seems impossible until things are done.
Monday will be my impossible day but I'm going to get it done, just watch me.
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