It's Family Day here in Canada, a new holiday I wasn't familiar with until about a week ago when Coach Brown asked me if I wanted to cancel my boxing classes for the day.
Cancel classes because of a holiday?! I may love celebrating the holidays but they make for perfectly-packed word days for me because I tend to be the only one working them. For the most part, my personal training clients and boxers have the day off so clients want to book extra training sessions and whatever classes I host on the holidays are usually greeted with a waiting list of boxers wanting to join them. So I worked today.
I hosted 2 boxing classes, trained 2 personal training clients and had a meeting with a potential PT client.
I'm thinking about doing a pro bono -- training a girl for free. She lives in my building and when I was returning from the boxing club today she saw me walking down the street so she caught up with me to chat. I'm somewhat familiar with this particular gal. A couple of weeks ago, in our building's front lobby, she stood there talking to this rather large guy and he pushed her into the wall of mailboxes. I was coming from the laundry room and didn't actually see him push her but I heard it and saw their reaction when I turned the corner to see them. I ended up confronting the guy. I asked him if he had pushed her and, in his response, he took a step forward and asked "And what if I did?" "Well don't do it again", was my response. I waited till I got into the empty elevator to react and let my nerves give me the chills. Since that particular incident, I've seen this girl again and she actually did say thank you to me for sticking up for her. Today she asked me about my training and noted how she always sees me in training clothes and with my big gym bag slug over my shoulder. I told her I do boxing, both coaching and professional. She seemed interested in it but it wasn't until we reached our building and stepped into the elevator that I instantly became the one overly interested in what we were talking about. When we walked into the elevator she turned and I saw that the one side of her face that had been farthest from me was all bruised. Half her face was shades of purple. I felt sick. I gave her my business card and when the elevator stopped at her floor, I put my hand to stop the door from closing and told her that if she ever needed help than to use my number. I didn't really know what I meant by that, I mean I can't exactly beat that dude up for her. First of all I'm like the size of his right leg and I'll be the first to go to jail if I do take a crack at him. But I couldn't just let her go without letting her know that she shouldn't be in the situation she's in, she can get help. She needs to get help.
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