An Overdose of Frustrations... Friday, December 14

Ever since I got offered a fight, I haven't had a day off training.  Some days I train twice a day too -- boxing in the morning, running in the evening.  So, needless to say, my body is feeling used and abused.  Today Coach Marcelo took the day off to go out of town with his girlfriend so I decided just to do my own training, no coach.  I was hesitant to even head into the boxing club for a workout, my body really does need a rest, but I figured if I just got to the club than I'd be motivated to train.  

Viola, mission accomplished. 

I had heard the other day that a special visitor would be training at Team Insider today, Aston Palicte.  He's a local Filipino but a world champion boxer.  I know both him and his brother who trains him and today Aston came in to train and to spar.  It was scheduled for 2pm, he came at 1pm, but sparring never happened.  I don't know if there was a mishap with the sparring partners or what but I only saw him train, not spar.  He's got mad skills, there's no denying it, and he's so humble and sweet.

I stuck around the boxing club after training, to watch him train and thinking he'd spar with one of the guys at the club.  It never happened and then, when he left, I had a hell of a time trying to get a ride home.  For an hour and a half I tried to get a Grab and even an Angkas.  Angkas has been shut down by the government but I anticipate it to start up again but not today.  Grab, on the other hand, doesn't have so many drivers, obviously not as many as their new surge in demand due to the shut down of Angkas.  

I laid on the boxing club for an hour and a half, trying to get a Grab.  

I was exhausted from training. 

I was cold from having sweated my brains out in the sauna suit and then taking it off.

I was hungry because my eating window (2-10pm) had opened up and it was now 5pm.

And I was so frustrated from being all of the above.

I had gone 20 hours without eating, a much longer fast than my anticipated 16 hour fasting schedule, so the hungry pains were now hangry frustrations.  I honestly could have cried.  Thankfully, a random girl at my club who trains there but whom I've never really talked to, offered to lend me her personal driver. 

I was so relieved!!!

Got home, showered, ate, and then hibernated with lots of layers on for the next two hours while I waited for my chills to stop... then I went in search of bulletproof coffee.