As the story has it, one day I headed to the opposite side of the globe – the Flipside. I arrived in Korea on February 16th, 2005 and thought I’d do a year, then leave. I went from being some random foreign girl to taking on labels I never imagined – university professor, film extra, professional boxer, reality TV star, CEO of my own girls-only fitness company (Flipside Fitness), CEO of my own boxing club (Hulk's Club, formerly known as Hulk's Boxing), and now I'm launching my 3rd business -- Empowered Clubhouse.


After 11.5yrs in Korea, I then picked up one day and returned to Toronto, Canada. But then I left again. This time it was for the Philippines. That's where I am now, living in the land of the happy people. The struggles are real and the struggles are many but I'm living life on my terms, I'm calling the shots, and I'm doing what I love. Life is an amazing adventure and this is my story of yesterday.

Sunday, December 09, 2018

Sweating It Out... Sunday, December 9

With my weigh-in and my fight being but only a week away, at today's rugby Christmas party I couldn't participate in the rugby tournament.  I can't afford to get hurt.  I get more injured during rugby than I do in boxing actually and that sounds strange but it's true.  It's the fingers and the wrists that get attacked in rugby, and the occasional ankle too depending on the field we're playing on.  On my right hand, I may never be able to fully make a fist with my ring finger and, on my left hand, I may never be able to fully straighten that ring finger.  And then there's my left hand wrist that's always been susceptible to injuries because snapping it was how I got into boxing in the first place.  I wore a cast but not for the full duration of the healing time because I fell asleep in the bathtub and in slipped my hand.  Talk about one mushy cast, yikes.

I did the song and dance that us rookies were to perform and than I stuck to only eating a few proteins and carbs -- 3 spare ribs and 1 half corn on the cob.  The meat was so super delish, wow.  Mad, mad, MAD props to whomever grilled them up, seriously.

It was pretty cool to be at the Christmas party.  All the different Maverick teams came out -- us ladies, the guys, and the juniors -- so the attendance was massive and the energy was awesome.

At one point in the party, they had a dance off.  They called up several "rugby moms" and my teammate M's mom went up.  M was so shy and seemed embarrassed at just how energetic and outgoing her mom was but then her mom did the unthinkable... she did the splits!!! It was a-w-e-s-o-m-e!!!  The crowd went absolutely bananas.  Everyone screamed and yelled, many jumped up and down, and several of us kept on yelling "M, we love your mom!!!'  It was hilarious.  Needless to say M's mom won the dance off plus the respect and love of the entire crowd present.  One word, epic!!!

The party went later than I thought so no church for me but instead a quick cat nap.

Then it was off to the boxing club for evening training for me.  

I've never really trained in the evening but it was good.  There were a lot of new faces for me and the energy was quite high.  I was definitely feeling the pressure of knowing I have to cut weight so when I weighed in and was the same weight as yesterday, well, it was quite discouraging.  I had to make a conscious choice though, it was either going to consume me and get me down, thus killing my training, or I was going to use it as fire to really fuel tonight's training so that it doesn't happen again.

I used it as fire.

And what was suppose to be me simply training by myself turned into me being coached by Coach RP and doing some gruelling padwork with him.  I left training absolutely drenched... exactly the way that I should.

Upon leaving the boxing club, who should I run into by total fluke chance but one of the coaches of the Mavericks and the team captain.  They were both at the sports bar under Team Insider.  It was a pretty cool run-in and it was also a nice pick-me-upper for the evening I had just had at boxing.

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