And just like that I was out... o-u-t!!!
I told my dad to pick me up at 12 noon; he was coming to help me move. He showed up at 11am. I had arrived home from boxing a bit earlier, around 10:30am, and broke the news to my landlady.
"I've got good news and bad news", I told her. "I'm moving out... now."
By the time the clock struck 12 I had not only started to pack but had finished it, had loaded it up into Papa Bere's car, and were half way down Bathurst Street. I was way too eager to leave and my dad was equally eager to get me out of there. Energy is contagious both positive and negative, and I for the sake of my boxing and keeping my head in the game I had to get out of there.
I timed my commute today...
From my apartment doorstep to the doorstep of System, 23 minutes.
From my apartment doorstep to Paul Brown Boxfit, if I run, 6.5 minutes.
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