Being the Superlative... Saturday, July 3

The other day I saw some random Korean guy walking down the street with a t-shirt on that read “Be your own superlative”, and it got me thinking.

Am I being my own superlative of myself?! I know Snickers surely has become his own superlative with training for his upcoming fight.

Let me ramble for a bit on that note…

With Snickers fight in The Philippines exactly two weeks away, Ggum Guum has been on a kind of lock-down. Snickers has been keeping himself focused on the game and has been saving all his energy for it, which means I’ve taken on the role of all chores and household duties. In all fairness, he did this for me for my Japan game when I was juggling teaching and training. I don’t mind it but with this heat and with wanting nothing more than to lounge around the house in it, it makes for some hard times.

Snickers is training 2-3 times a day, 6-7 days a week, which is great for his game but not so great for those around him. He’s become overly sensitive like a pregnant woman and likewise is just as hungry as one but can’t give into his hunger because of the weight demands of his game. Consequently he’s been having such drastic mood swings lately because of it being crunch time, so the whole “count to ten and breath” has been working for me.

I’ve tried my hardest to refrain from eating in front of him or adding any extra temptation by eating when he’s napping, eating with the lights off in the kitchen, or excusing myself with some silly excuse so that I can dine out alone. I only get to sleep in three days a week but with Junior Mint’s early morning phone calls at 7am, reminding Snickers to come to weight training, my sleep-in days are now down to only one day, Sunday.

At Ggum Guum, there’s to be no excessive noise between 10pm and 7am, as well as during nap time (two times a day), which means the TV is off, cell phones on vibe, and no music is to be played.

Our date nights have drastically decreased in number because his day is preoccupied with training and when we return home from boxing it’s about 9pm and he has just enough energy in him to stay awake lying on the floor for a good hour and a half, if that. We tried to arrange to go to the movies once but with all those food stands and them bombarding you with sweet smells of caramel popcorn and whatnot, it proved to be too much temptation for him – and for me too.
Snickers and I have always been very affectionate to each other and he definitely uses and abuses the word “spoon” at night. His hip bones now protrude from his body like an underfed third-world child, so beyond the fact that the look of his body now kind of freaks me out, it’s uncomfortable for both him and I to snuggle.

Some days I feel like I’m walking on eggshells around him. The stress and pressure of this game is now getting to him and I’m trying to keep my cool but it’s hard. Not only do I get K-Gere drilling me about making sure Snickers gets enough sleep and whatnot but I also have my teammates giving me their two cents and Junior Mint cornering me everyday at boxing about it all. This game is so important to Snickers, if not the most important game he’s ever had beyond his initial title match, and it’s so important to me too. I don’t doubt his talent or skills but he preparing for this upcoming fight has been really tiresome on me.

It's hard but honestly I’m okay with it.

I’m okay with it because I’m trying to be a superlative.

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
Are you being a superlative?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
Be your own superlative.
-- Author Unknown