So I left my homepage posting page open all day with anticipation of just jotting down random thoughts throughout the day. This is what I jotted down...
Me approaching a Pesky Parker and explaining to them in Korean that they can't park here isn't always received well and sometimes, like today, the Pesky Parker laughs in response. It's not embarrassing, instead it's so very discouraging and frustrating. I'm just trying to run an honest business and I'm trying my hardest to express myself in a foreign language. Both aren't easy. But then there are days, like today, when their laughter is stopped by the sight of my backup, the Korean Hulk who punches buses, Snickers. And, if that back-up wasn't solid enough, my bodyguard, Sharkie joined Snickers as they approached a Pesky Parker laughing at me. "Laugh at me now sucker!" I told him. "Me approaching you was your best option, now you've got these two big guys to deal with" I added. I knew he didn't understand a word of my English but I didn't care. I walked away giggling. Felt nice to not have to wait for karma to come along, Snickers and Sharkie posed as my karma today.
I hate doing HIIT sprint work on the treadmill but apparently I'm all that more motivated to do it when I wear my zebra print leggings. Seriously, my motivation to push myself was off the charts; I was hardcore today and for those 20 minutes of HIIT I definitely felt like I was a zebra running wild... hahaha.
Kato loves Hulk's. He arrived at 2pm and left at 8:30pm.
Got a special visit from Panty Boy today and seeing him is always a sweet sight. I've known him for about 9 years now and I still remember the day I met him. He dropped his pants in front of me, stepped on the scale at the boxing club to weigh himself, then turned and said hi to me.
One of my members who is Buddhist believes that perhaps my dog Pacquiao was my boyfriend in a former life. Not too sure if that's really Buddhist connected but it made for an interesting conversation. Pacquiao is definitely all about me and he does not like sharing me, not with Snickers, not with the other two four-legged friends of ours, not with other members, and not with other people. I'll admit it, sometimes I think perhaps there's a little man behind all that fur, as if he's wearing some kind of dog costume. I can't even roll over in bed without him waking up and jumping to my side to see what I am doing. I know it sounds funny but there's definitely something different about Pacquiao, a different kind of connection, that I have never experienced with any of my other pups.
Got my butt kicked by my own crossfit workout and by the Hulkies that pushed me to join them in it. Today we trained core in crossfit and the ladies know I'm pretty easy to convince with regards to me training with them on leg day and core day. What they don't know is that I then went on to do that same circuit later on with a late night member. I put in a solid, non-stop 32 minutes of core-only training and there's definitely no need to wait till tomorrow morning to feel the after burn, I feel it right this very second.
Doors are meant to be opened and doors are meant to be closed, so why can't the guys learn this when using our club urinal... seriously, close the door. Don't flatter yourself, no one wants to see that.
I'm all about people being comfortable in their skin, I think too many aren't and that's sad, but the fact that the guys have full-fledge conversations and shower together in the guy's group shower room still freaks me out. When I'm scrubbing my two thousand and one body parts, don't make eye contact with me and you better sure as hell not talk with me. The only person I've ever showered with is Snickers and very rarely is it ever just a shower, if you know what I mean... wink, wink.
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