Yesterday was hard for lots of reasons. Firstly I forgot how hard it was chasing dogs all over the dunes, I was a gorgeous day, and stood on top of those dunes looking out over the sea, I was absolutely miles away. In fact I was gormless for a lot of the day, I had late nights for the previous two nights, something kept me up all night – I have no idea what though :S
In the evening I had training, and extra sparring training. By the time training came round I had perked up a lot, I was seriously ready to go. The weight loss (which is going so well now) I’m sure is helping me already. I was the fastest I’ve been in the races to warm up, fired out jackknife sit-ups faster than I ever had before, and generally am starting to feel a little more lean. It’s not obvious to look at, but I can feel it. I even got comfortably into a football shirt I bought more than 4 years ago but have never been able to wear because it was too tight. I was really up for sparring in the second half too.
We resumed the small internal club sparring league last night, and of the three fights I had I’m pleased to say I won two of them – my instructor is just too fast – one day…… I had to fight pretty hard to get my points though, I’m not normally aggressive in fighting but I gave it a go last night, I really felt like I could try giving it some ‘umph’ for once. I think I have to find a happy compromise now.
By the time I got home I still hadn’t calmed down, I was literally bouncing off the walls and ceiling. I don’t know where this extra energy has come from lately, but I’m grateful for it. Long may it continue!
edit: I love this song, it’s cheese but who cares
Journey – Don’t Stop Believing