I got a bit sentimental today in the morning, knowing that this was my last weekend with Snickers before I head off to Thailand for my fight. This time next week I'll be waking up in another country, waking up alone, and so instead of heading off to my breakfast club meeting like I had prepared to do, I rolled over and curled up to Snickers. I haven't been in at least a month, I doubt they'll even know I'm not there, but Snickers, he definitely knows I'm here or not with him. I love our lazy weekend mornings together.
Today's Turn of Events:
Short run -- 9.5km
Attend the Dance Festival.. again
Sunset scooter ride
Dinner out
Sports Day
Boxing/training with Snickers
Movie-in date
The perk of living in our own boxing club is that we get to train whenever and wear whatever we want when we train whenever. The downfall of this though is that Snickers is my coach and so he makes me often train whenever he wants, like tonight, and it's sometimes at ridiculous times. Tonight I started training at 11:30pm because he wanted to go out for Sports Day and was too full from dinner to train me earlier on. We trained from 11:30pm to 1am. The perk for me though was that he milked the second perk of us having our own boxing club -- he trained me while wearing a simple t-shirt and bootylicious boxer briefs. I personally think it was his attempt at trying to lighten what he had expected to become a very intense training session because that's usually what training together quickly evolves into. He yells a combo, I get flustered, he yells or makes a ticked off face, and then I stop in my tracks and mumble "seven years". Seven years, that's how long Junior Mint, my former coach, taught me but now I argue the word "taught" isn't the appropriate word unless it's referring to the fact that he taught me a lot about the Korean culture and how to make Korea my home. I am thankful for what he taught me, don't get me wrong, but the more and more I work with Snickers on my boxing the more and more I believe he really taught me much about boxing. It's so very frustrating too, this realization and to even be thinking such a thing.
Snickers and his too-hot-to-handle boxer briefs proved to be quite distracting but only to me. He was just as tough on me and stern with his voice as ever but all I could think of was how the heck I was expected to focus on my boxing when he's looking like such. My husband looks good, correction, my husband looks awesome, and I've always been a sucker for his strong, tire-squatting legs from the first day I ever saw him at the other boxing club.
After training I was in a pretty frustrated mood, I won't lie. I know what I'm doing wrong in training but it's so incredibly hard to fix bad habits that have had seven years to become ingrained. I decided after showering that I was going to bail on our movie-in date night, after all it was now 1:30am and I had to wake up at 8am for running, so I went straight to bed. Snickers called me out on it though and insisted I let him watch a movie with "the upcoming new champion", nice. That man knows just how to get me -- hook, line and sinker -- so on that note I got up and decided to watch a movie with him.
No comments:
Post a Comment