I once dated a guy that used to always so "No rice no life" and with his Vietnamese accent he sported when saying it the line rhyme. It doesn't rhyme when I say it but rice the other day meant no life for me today... No life for me actually both yesterday AND today.
I ate bad rice?! How is that even possible to kill rice? I don't know but I guess anything is possible.
I felt a bit off yesterday going into sparring but I thought that was just nerves -- me being unsure of how sparring would go down and how rough Coach Arman would be with me. But last night I most definitely felt off and it only got worse. Today I woke up and all I wanted to do was stay in the fetal position.
No boxing on account I felt like I was dying... Well, that and I had to go to the bathroom pretty much every 15 minutes. My body held on to absolutely nothing I ate today so I ate so little. And despite having "lost" everything I ate yesterday too, I wasn't hungry. I didn't eat and I didn't drink. I just laid there in pain.
I did get into the gym for a seriously solid upper body workout in the late evening though so that was a huge but unexpected success. I killed it on the weights and then killed it with a decent run on the treadmill. I even made a runner out of a non-believer -- someone who said they couldn't run. How's that for a total turn of events for a day that started off with me feeling like my tummy was revolting and about to explode from the pain to leaving me on such a high from killing it at training and making a runner out of my gym buddy... Sweet.
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