Love, love, LOVE this boxing club -- Elorde!
I know it's the Philippines but I'm wearing a sweater. It's not that I was cold here but instead I wore the sweater because I had just finished boxing and didn't think the Uber driver would appreciate my soaked-to-the-core body sitting in his car. I figured the sweater would conceal it somewhat.
Exhausted from boxing but totally pumped and ready for more weeks of hard training to come.
Bloody knuckles and a very sore pulled groin didn't stop me from hitting the weights tonight.
I'm here to train, that's my only focus here so training continues, regardless of any injury.
After a hard day of intense training, I then lounged with my little man.
Balboa, that little boy loves me regardless of how stinky or sore I get. He's my biggest fan. Correction, he's my biggest littlest fan!
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