There were two ideas we were rather preoccupied with at Hulk's today and the first one was a collaboration of Snickers and my thinking. We try to take a personal approach to training our members and by that I mean we try to make sure each member works one-to-one with us each time they come. Snickers' focuses on coaching the boxing component of training and I focus on the weight training/crossfit. That's not to say I don't occasionally do padwork with them and Snickers doesn't do any weight training either, we do switch over but we kind of have our set areas of training we focus on. We both coach boxing and weight training and we both coach in Korean and English. Of course Snickers' Korean is better than mine and my English is better than his but we get by and members, for the most part, have no real problem understanding.
Everyday I create a crossfit class and then I write it on my white board. I used to write them in a crossfit book I created but recently I've started typing them out because sometimes my printing is not so legable, plus it means I have a physical copy I can hand out to members if they want to do one of my previous workouts. The other day I decided to start adding pictures off the Internet to my print-outs because not all my members read English and many of those who do read English may not necessarily know that particular exercise. I had troubles finding pictures of many of the exercises in the circuits I had printed out so Snickers suggested I just take my own picture doing each exercise. Sounded easy enough. I opted out of taking actual pictures and instead took video, then took snapshots of the video. The only problem I found with this idea is that it caused an audience to form on my first try. Members thought I was making an actual workout video for YouTube and so they curiously watched while a few tried to photo bomb my shots. Once I got over the initial shyness of filming myself with a small crowd, it was fine.
The second idea that preoccupied us today was a certain four-legged creature that keeps waking me up at night. Despite Sharkies' suggestion of it being a person secretly living in our club, I have had an actual run-in with the mouse already so I know it's here. A mouse in the club was an inevitable thing from the very get-go. We're situated in an abandoned eight story building with punched out windows on the other floors and sketchy doors that let strays in. I hate bugs and I don't like four-legged garbage-eating animals, that includes rodents and cats as is the case here in Korea. I always thought bugs were a sign of dirtiness but now I've got a mouse in the club and it grosses me out. It's "nice enough" to wait till I'm sleeping to make it's way with finding its next meal but I'm always sure to make extra noise in the morning when I go to get my breakfast. There's no way I want a four-legged garbage-eating rodent to run across my path or heaven help run across my feet as I'm preparing my morning coffee.
We had bought two mouse traps awhile back but were unsuccessful in trapping anything. Two weeks ago I was almost sure Pacquiao had killed the mouse after he escaped from the bedroom late at night and I scooped him up from behind the juice bar with a mouth splattered with blood. It wasn't his blood but there was a lot and I was sure whatever had lost that much blood couldn't possibly live much longer. So we thought the mouse was dead but where there's one there's the chance of others and now we know there are others.
It was our cheat meal tonight so we decided to make a little after hours date of it by dimming down the lights and ordering in chicken. It was while eating the chicken that we decided tonight we weren't going to bed until we caught this mouse. Every single night between 3-4am we are awaken by it, the dogs go crazy over it and then we both have to wake up to calm down the jumping, barking pups. No more. Tonight we were going to catch it even if we had to stay up late and that's exactly what we did. Turns out Korean mice absolutely love chicken. No sooner had we placed a piece of fried chicken in the trap but I heard it slam. Snickers only has one fear and that's of mice so I found great amusement in watching him squirm in his skin at the sight of it. Only one problem, now that we have it, what the heck are we suppose to do with it?!
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