The Day I Turned Mexican... Thursday, June 2

I had to go to the promoter´s office today to do some more paperwork.  My Canadian boxing license has yet to be approved (because it took an arm and a leg and about 90 days to do all the testing for) so I had to meet with management to discuss things.  

Out of all the tests and requirements an Ontario boxing license requires, a pregnancy test wasn´t on the list and so we treked around town, looking for a place to get one done.  Getting one done is easy, it´s finding one that gives results on the spot that was the challenge.

Found a place.

With my pregnancy test results sealed in an envelope, we then returned to the promotional company´s head office where I then sat for almost 2 hours, waiting to hear what would happen.  Would I still be able to fight despite not having an Ontario pro boxing license or what?!

To kill time, I amused myself and the promoter´s 3 kids by teaching them about my FitBit.  They were super curious about the heart rate function on it so I created a little competition amongst them to see who could make the heart rate monitor reach the highest number.  I would buckle the little watch onto one of their wrists and then tell them to run.  We had mapped out a little route -- down the hallway, out the front door, down to the end of the parking area, back into the building and then one lap down the other hall.  It made for a 20 second run, if that, but they absolutely loved it.  I´d then take the FitBit off whomever was wearing it, put it on the next kid and then tell them they had to wait 3 minutes while the heart rate monitor lowered in number.  Then they´d run the same route the child before them ran.  This continued for the next hour!!!  Highest the heart rate monitor went was 162!  The child who had made it reach that high told me that he made it go that high by running and shadow boxing when he reached the part of the route that made him run outside in the sun.  Smart kid!

My meeting and stay at the promoter´s office ended with them asking me for a chunk of cash to which I asked ¨why?¨ ¨It´s for your license¨ they told me, ¨You need a license to box.¨

Very cool.

I´m now a Polish girl from Korea, fighting out of Canada but licensed as a Mexican boxer... sweet.