Posted on our Hulk's Facebook group page that I would be heading into training and would open up the club from 7-10pm for everyone and anyone wanting to train alongside me, for free. I posted the notice early in the afternoon and even went so far as to text message a couple of dozen friends and past and present members. I wasn't sure if many would come out but I did anticipate some showing up.
No one showed up for training.
Some showed up just to say hi while others showed up to catch glimpse of me training. That wasn't the point of me notifying everyone though and me stopping during my own training to socialise just doesn't interest me so I continued on and let them attempt to yell above the cranked-to-the-max music.
Training alone is very hard, so very challenging, for me to push myself. I like the energy that comes with others training while I train. I find it very inspiring and encouraging to see them pushing themselves and in turn I feel more obligated to do the same. Consequently, not having anyone to train me means I now rely on "angry music" like Lil Kim and Eminem. But, oh my gosh, they have such potty mouths. I'm not a potty mouth kind of gal but when I'm working out, dang Skippy, I need my beats hard and heavy, blasting loud and pushing me through the training. Especially on training nights like these I need my music, most definitely. Thankfully I live in Korea and the neighbouring shop owners don't know enough English to know how filthy nasty the tunes being pumped out of my club really are. All they know is when I come in to train alone the entire street listens to whatever music I'm listening to.
No one came to train and you know why, a big part of it had to do with the fact that it was Saturday night. Most "normal" people are getting dressed up to go out and enjoy the accompaniment of friends as supposed to hitting the boxing club and dressing themselves head to toe in sweat. I'm banking on all my sacrifices, hard work and commitment to my boxing will one day pay off but I know today is not that day.
I don't care about running a full marathon anymore because though back in high school I had wished to be a professional runner, I am not a pro runner. I am a pro boxer, I fight, and my priorities and goals really should better reflect this. And while running is great for my boxing, I regret the fact that for the past few months it really took priority over my boxing. I think I just had hit a wall -- a wall of frustration. I've waited out my five year contract with Junior Mint but felt obligated to wait for Snickers to finish his because I didn't want complications with KBC. Not being scheduled a fight is the equivalent of blue balls for a fighter and while so many of my fellow pro boxing friends are popping up notifications of scheduled fights, I'm stuck left wondering when the heck my chance will come. It's very frustrating.
"Change your mind, change your world" is what Snickers is always telling me and he's right. Having said this, I've been really working hard on changing my perception, how I view things. And instead of wondering and getting frustrated about not knowing when my next fight is, I've decided to view it as a chance to become all that more prepared for when I do get scheduled one.
Tank top weather is now upon us and though it's still super cold in the club, members have been stripping down to shorts and tanks for training. Friday was the first day since early last fall that I've trained in a tank top and tonight I sported a tank top for training. Members who have never seen me without my winter layers on and who stopped by the club tonight to pop in commented on my arms. While a couple of them gave me a simple "wow", one said I had arms like a man. The best reaction though was when one of my Hulkies grabbed my arms and blurted out "I didn't know you had those hiding under your shirt!" Nice... thanks?! I'm eager to get my beach body on, abs that will intimidate my members and show that it's possible for us gals to get ripped. I want to be that intimidating person at the gym, you know, the person who you don't want training beside you but can't help but be just as intimidated as you are inspired by them. I want to be that kind of person, that kind of coach. Right now I think I look like the cute little friendly coach. I'm 5ft 2", I weigh in at 55.4kgs, have a short cute bob of baby fine hair, and wear hot pink runners. I don't think anything really screams fierce and intimidating when people first meet me so I try to compensate for my cute image by yelling at members and showing them with ease various exercises that I then want them to push through and master.
My goal is to get my body fat down to 14% and sport at least a 4 pack. Currently, I have a two pack and side lines but I want more. I want my "work uniform" to be a sports bra and leggings... no shirt. I want when people walk into my boxing club to not have a benefit of a doubt that I am a coach there and not think that I'm a cute receptionist or added accessory.
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