Talk of an expected typhoon was all the hype yesterday so I went and moved today's scheduled morning coaching. It meant I got to sleep in, great, but it also means that tomorrow I have any extra early morning and I'll be walking two hours -- 1 hour there and back -- for a 1 hour PT boxing session.
Woke up today, no typhoon.
Waited around, still no typhoon rain.
Decided that I wasn't in fact going to take today off boxing so I geared up and headed out.
Guess what happened. Typhoon rain.
Mother Nature is not a friend of mine, apparently, so I showed up at boxing completely soaked.
And what's worse than the smell of training gear? The bag that the training gear sat in. It smelt like a$$, seriously. Walking home from boxing, I knew full well that with every little gust of wind, whomever happened to be walking past me was instantly the victim of my a$$-smelling bag. Sorry people.
Next on my list-to-do, make a boxing gym bag that is waterproof and doesn't smell like a$$.
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