Craving Pac... Friday, August 14

It's been a long week but a good week.  A week of testing out new things -- the TTC system, my job at work, training with a new coach, attending a new "home" church.  It's been a long week and it is technically over for me as now it is the weekend and my responsibilities and things to do are few. 

I trained today for the first time alongside my new coach, Coach Brown, and it was great but it was rather intimidating in that I don't know the standard to which he is measuring me by.  I don't know his boxers' usual training routine and regime, like whether they do more than just skipping and stretching for warm-up and how many rounds they go by for each part of their training.  Turns out they train via a 3 minute round bell.  I am used to a 2 minute round but my usual 30 second break in between rounds, regardless of if it is a 2 or 3 minute bell I am going on, is a lengthy 1 minute break.  That was a sweet bonus.  I had no padwork today instead today's training was basically for Coach Brown to see where I am at with my boxing skills and desect my training.  I felt very much on show and a bit intimidated with him sitting at the front counter directly watching me and even more so when he stood right beside my sandbag.  It was good though.  I need the intimidation, the dissection, and the need to be uncomfortable -- this will only make me a better boxer.

Boxing was then followed by a shower, some food, errands, and then weight training up at System.  I had plans to meet up with my boy J -- a night on the town with him -- so later in the evening I somehow found the energy to kick up my heels on the dance floor with him.  He and I had both had an incredibly busy and super intense week so it was great to celebrate our success of it together...that's not to say my feet weren't totally hating me by the end of the night though in those heels, ouch!!!

Arrived home late.  Arrived to a dark, quiet apartment.  My landlady had already called it a night and was super snug in her bed so it was just me awake.  It would have been a perfect moment for my beautiful little Pac to jump up from sleeping and greet me with his wet kisses and waging tall.  He would have greeted me like I was Christmas with two legs and then we'd snuggle in my tucked-in-the-attic bed.  Instead, he's in Korea and it was just me, myself and I standing in my bedroom alone.  Tonight I really missed Pacquiao like never before.