How my training session should go:
Glide into gym. Greet fellow fighters. Drop stuff in change room. Get on scale to confirm weight is within half a kg of 65. Glide to bikes. Turn i-pod on to hyper intense trance dance music to cycle brains out for 20 minutes. Stretch quickly. Train intensely for an hour, which includes push ups, sit ups, sprints, bag work, the kick-block combo which continues to elude me and some shadow boxing. Finish in a sweat induced breath gasping pant, shaking slightly and and staggering. Go to change room. Shower and get ready for work. Glide out of gym.
How my training session did go:
Wobble into gym. Greet fellow fighters. Drop stuff in change room. Get on scale. Swear. Wobble to bikes. Turn i-pod on to easy listening classics to cycle gaily for 20 minutes. Stretch slowly. Train for an hour, which includes push ups, sit ups, bag work, the kick-block-stagger-off-balance-combo which continues to elude me. Finish in sweat induced breath gasping pant. Go to change room. Shower and get ready for work. Stagger out of gym.
About Me
- T-Lo
- After 12 years, 3 passports, 20 countries, 5 work permits, 1 permanent residence permit, countless passport stamps, 3 no-cents-to-my-name moments, 1 incident of everything-I-own being stolen, (almost) 3 university degrees, 1 bout of pneumonia, 1 sickness requiring a tropical disease specialist, 5 interesting career paths, 1 Big Leap Of Faith, 9 ridiculously long layovers, many Airplane Party Packs prepared and consumed, (only) 1 threat of arrest, 1 mild detention, dozens of rivers paddled, handfuls of mountains climbed, 4 oceans swum, a few fights fought, many animals seen, hundreds of exotic meals consumed, 47 tears shed, thousands of friends made, hundreds of thousands of memories stored and a million laughs guffawed... it is time to go home.
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