Got on the scale this morning... the numbers look pretty good. The good mojo however from weighing in at 148lbs, is well tempered today. Last night I ventured down to ye ol' boxing club. Basically got my ass kicked again and again and again by their cardio-ocity. But I like to think I didn't completely shame myself. I answer every bell that I could (I think I missed one bacause I was learning to wrap my hands) and when the bell stopped ringing I went a couple more rounds, I decided to run a shuttle run with some of the boxers, I did alright finished 3rd out of 5 so at least I outlasted 2 of them. I even threw in some weights at the end because although I was already exhausted I had that feeling of unstoppableness that I get when I've really pushed myself. Now all this is really awesome, with one exception. Rolling out of bed this morning felt like as if I was gut shot, this morning every muscle in my body hates me, and I am glad I have nothing to do today but relax... but it will all be worth it if I manage to answer that first bell tomorrow night.
If anyone would like directions to the Sault's local boxing gym just send me a message and Ill get you all the info you need....
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Boxers do it... harder, longer, faster, everythinger
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3 Ommission and Retractions:
Hey, man my years of lethargy have convinced me that even thinking about that will make me sweat but good on you. Hopefully I actually get in shape this summer...so many excuses all the time not to go...but the growing gut is becoming an increasing reason to act on my narcissitic tendencies.
PS my goal of going down to 2 large is looking worse and worse by the day in that scenario I will still out way you by a fifty sheet with two for change. In fact currently I am 60 plus pounds heavier than you...and I guarantee that the majority of that is not muscle.
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