| |  "It's just me and my shadow
Dancing round the ring
I try to fight it
But then how can I win
When I'm only shadow boxing..."
I was the last person to leave boxing class tonight. It wasn't that I stayed a little longer to get in a few more punches, or that I wanted to talk to the instructor... it was more like I was KO'd on the floor beside my bag, punched out. I've been off work on a semi-vacation (see: switched shifts around very sneakily) and have done nothing with myself. I figured I would have all the energy in the world tonight for class, but after only 3 hours sleep this morning, my superintendant finally showed up with the workers to replace our broken front door and door-frame. They took about three and a half hours to completely replace the doors and the frame, completely cooling the house off and keeping those of us who sleep 'till noon or later up watching crappy morning television.
I slept in the afternoon for another 3 hours, then was woken up by a female voice on the other end of the phone telling me she had cooked me a lemon meringue pie and I should come over after boxing. Since I can't turn down pie (lemon pie... perverts) I was awake and knew I had to box. I laid on my back after class, sweating onto the mat below me, attempting to remove my gloves using only my teeth, knowing two things... I was going to be in pain for days after this class, and the pain was good because I went all out and didn't slow down one bit. All or nothing is so much better than slow and safe (formerly my motto for dating as well).
She didn't come to boxing this week since she's in Punta Cana on vacation, but she said she's gonna come out next week when she gets back all tanned and relaxed. One of the guys in the class commented tonight that I look to be in the best shape he's seen me in. He's been in the class since I started and it made me feel good that someone noticed. I caught one of the girls in the class looking at me through the mirros on the wall a few times... of course the only reason I busted her was I was glancing over myself as well. I think it was because I Was wearing my favorite shirt... WHICH I RIPPED BY ACCIDENT TAKING IT OFF!!! I'm pissed... I love that shirt, even if it had holes in it and the sleeves are already ripped off it. But now it has a HUGE tear in the back. I'll take a pic tomorrow and you guys (all three of you) can let me know if it's still wearable. I may have to retire it and find a new favorite shirt... but that takes years! I've had this one since The Psychotic One (the ex before The Infamous One) bought it for me for my first year of university in 1996.
I wish I could take pics at boxing, but it would be hard since I would be the one boxing. That and the gloves would get in the way. I may have to get a real photographer to come up here to Canada to shoot some. I have a couple in mind, and both are only two states away from Ontario anyway. 
My degree should be coming in the next day or two. To celebrate my graduation (which I still don't believe will happen until I get the piece of paper) I watched Animal House and Van Wilder. I feel that I can connect with these movies since Van, Bluto and myself all wasted seven years on higher education. But you know what... I wouldn't have done it any other way.
If I had the money, I'd go for a massage tomorrow, but I'll probably just hit the gym again and relax in the whirlpool to loosen the muscles afterward. I decided to re-kickstart my creative juices tonight, but instead of writing I started drawing again. Three hours and the pic is about 1/3 done. I'll post it here when I finish it... it looks great so far though.
It's 5am... bedtime for this wanna-be boxer/writer/artist/poet. You'd think one of my personalities would have some energy, but I think the boxer-side knocked them all out earlier...
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| | Posted 11/10/2004 5:33 PM - 3 views - 4 comments
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