In addition to staying up late to work on my Indiegogo campaign that I want to launch this week, I'm also trying to get in my early morning running as I prepare for my first full marathon, I've got boxing six days a week, and we're coming down to the end of the month so I've got book filing to enter in, banking to do, and next month's club newsletter to type up. And, with it being the end of the year, I also have a whole other whack of things to do on top of the mile-high, piled-high list of things to do.
I still don't know if we're doing anything for New Year's Eve. Snickers says he doesn't care which means if I don't plan anything then there will be NO New Year's Eve for me. I'm thinking about planning a low key get-together for our Hulkies, either a mellow evening in on New Year's Eve or a dinner out on New Year's day.
And as if my mind wasn't already working on overdrive with things I'm juggling, I got the most unexpected phone call today.
A boxing club coach from Nigeria called me.
He emailed me the other day but I didn't take it seriously. He noted that he wanted to send some of his boxers to Korea, to our club to train, and that he wanted to know if we would train his boxers. I wrote back totally thinking nothing beyond maybe him trying to milk me for money would become of it, after all if his lack of facilities at his club are the problem then why wouldn't he just save all their travel expenses, like hotel and airfare, and purchase what they needed. Anyways, I wrote back saying that if he sent me some details like how many boxers, when and for how long, then we could start the planning process.
I don't know how he got my personal cell phone number but he did.
I was just about to start a Crossfit class when suddenly my phone rang. Snickers ran up to me with my phone in his hand and said "other country calling". Sure enough, another country was calling. "Call from Nigeria" flashed on my phone screen. I didn't get into a detailed conversation with him because it was too loud in the club to hear him and the phone connection on his end wasn't good. I told him to email me and within a few minutes my phone beeped; I had just received an email from him. I don't know what I really think about it all but I checked him out and what he wrote and references he gave were legit.
My Indiegogo campaign is to raise money to replace our current ring that just recently died -- part of the floor caved in due to moisture damage -- but nothing like having the pressure of possibly preparing for a visiting team to really add pressure.
We really have to get this new ring. We're a big, bold, beautiful club with a half a$$ ring that's soggy and sad due to our amateur construction mixed with Korea's monsoon season that hit our building hard.
I love our club and I love my job and I'm trying to stay positive and stay on my toes with all these "interesting" and multiple "challenges" but my head just feels so busy. I go to sleep thinking about the club, wake up in the middle of the night to check on the club -- make sure the pipes aren't frozen, check the fan in the crawl space, and I wake up to start work in the club. Our club is like one over sized, big, spoiled baby. This analogy is pretty dead on considering it's now been open for almost two years and we're already experiencing some terrible-two behaviours with it and certain growing pains.
Are we ready to take on a boxing team from Nigeria? No.
Will we take on the team if given the opportunity though? Hell yes. Just add it to my long list of things to do.
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