Now that I’ve got the head straightened out, clean and sober, and with 8 weeks to my 45th, I thought it time to drag the carcass out of retirement and give it a test run
With no cartilage left in the knees, multiple knee and shoulder operations and a broken everything, this is usually the time arguments start in the house about my uncanny ability to forget previous poor life decisions
The usual patterns of the past sound something like:
“Im just getting back to the gym a couple of days a week for a bit of fitness, that’s it”
“It’s a nice routine to having a quick 30 mins on the bag in the mornings, don’t worry, Im not sparring or anything”
“Yeah, I got it sparring last night, but don’t worry, it’s just one night a week. Im not fighting or anything”
“So this guy that was meant to fight this other guy in a charity event pulled out, and Im about the same weight, so said I’d fill in to help them out”
“Yeah, nah, I can't go to work this week because X blew out; I’ve pulled out of the fight… Yes..yes…yes.. I know.. yes, I know you told me”
So obviously I wouldn’t make a decision like that again I’ve learnt my lesson…
But, if I get one like for this post… Just one… Im going to find a charity boxing event to enter in the next 8-12 weeks, and it will be your fault not mine
Cue the Rocky theme tune, but think more like Rocky 6 when he’s old and busted up
And remember peeps… you havnt’t trained hard unless you puke