As the story has it, I woke up and found myself on the very opposite side of the globe – the flipside. I arrived February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d simply do a year, then leave. Years later and I’m still here. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company, Flipside Fitness, and CEO of my own boxing club, Korea's largest -- Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing.

After 11.5yrs in Korea, I picked up one day and left. I returned to Toronto, Canada but only to pack up my bags and venture out again. Now I'm living in Makati, Philippines. Life for me is better in Asia and I'm so happy here. This isn't a new chapter in the book of my life though, it's a whole new book I've started!!! I'm a whole new woman. I left Korea with Flipside Fitness on my brain, Hulk's in my heart, boxing in my bag, and my four-legged friend Balboa Button by my side.

Life is an adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Island Time Boxing... Saturday, April 29

The Facebook event page read that the Rise of Heroes boxing tournament started at 3pm; an online website flyer read it started at 4pm.  I showed up at 4pm.

It didn't start until 7:40pm -- 3 hours and 40 minutes late.

I was told that's what is called "island time".  Sooooo... technically speaking, they weren't late?!


I've always had much respect for anyone who steps into the ring.  Boxing is a brutal sport and I vouch you need to be a bit crazy to let someone go round for round on you, beating you down.  And yes, I'm well aware that this means I labelled myself as a bit crazy, I know it and I accept it.  Crazy is one thing, annoying is another.  I think I met the most annoying boxer ever and his equally annoying team.  He was a Japanese fighter who was well beyond the age of what you'd expect of an active boxer.  I gave him props for that but what I didn't give him props were for what went down in the ring.

For an annoyingly arrogant, late aged boxer, to say he was pretty bad would be the understatement of the year.  He was all over the ring, throwing more than wild punches, and making a mess of what's suppose to be the sweet science of boxing.  And it'd be one thing if he was that bad and knew it but he was totally oblivious.  He thought he was all that plus some.  His corner team seemed to be aware of it though and through out the fight they stood there laughing their heads off and unable to watch what appeared before us all as a train wreck.  You didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or embarrassed for him.  I think some in the crowd felt both.

His fight was by far the worst boxing bout I've even seen in my entire life and you'd be hard up to find another that could seriously top that.

As for the other fights, they were solid...respectful.  They were what boxing is all about -- timed hits, combo punches, controlled power, and fancy, skilled footwork.

I had arrived at 4pm and left at 10pm.  And to think, it was scheduled 3-6pm.

...Island time, you're brutal.

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