to steal from a friend…
but he’s quite right, if they did it would be days like this. Up at 6am to run up and down a slope, sometimes backwards and sometimes carrying a bag of sand. Then coffee with one of my team mates while I patched up a kickboot and then back onto the mats, for sparring. A nice relaxed few rounds since we’d already trained earlier, all light con or me and fab fun.
Get home, weed the garden, put out the trash, rehung my kick bag, fixed key hooks to the back of the kitchen door, bake some mint choc chip cookies, shower and dress and then veg for an hour or so before heading into town to watch Lucy’s first full contact fight. After an evening of fights I suspect I may persuade the two i’m driving home that a visit to McD’s is called for.