Balboa, totally passed out and totally milking the weekend, lazy-man vibes. Must be nice.
I, on the other hand, headed out to the boxing club for some training... of course.
Exhausted but feeling those feel-good endorphins that come with kicking my own butt.
My walk home from training tonight was accompanied by a no-filter-needed sunset.
Random picture of me, taken tonight as I wait for my foot massage to start.
Friends think it's great I get massages but what they don't realize is the pain I endure and how bad it gets before I can't tolerate it anymore and give in to what others consider a "luxury". It's not a luxury, it's a necessity for us athletes and, let me tell you this, it's a very, very painful massage.
Friends think it's great I get massages but what they don't realize is the pain I endure and how bad it gets before I can't tolerate it anymore and give in to what others consider a "luxury". It's not a luxury, it's a necessity for us athletes and, let me tell you this, it's a very, very painful massage.
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