Training Log – The 21 Day Detox is MY BEEATCH!

Monday: Workout at St. Catharines Amateur Boxing Club

Tuesday: “MUSHIN” with Wayne

Wednesday: SELF-IMPOSED BREAK

Thursday: SELF-IMPOSED BREAK

Friday: SELF-IMPOSED BREAK

Saturday: SELF-IMPOSED BREAK

Sunday: SELF-IMPOSED BREAK

It’s Tuesday morning. I’m sitting in the basement of the Hen House and I’m on my second cup of coffee.  As I take each gulp, yes, since being able to drink coffee again I’ve been gulping it, I’m reminded of how fucking good it is. Coffee is the bitter-sweet nectar of the Gods. The only drawbacks to this morning’s coffee consumption is the fact that I have no desire to eat, my hands are a bit shaky and I have damp sweat marks under each boob. I’ve gone to the dark side. After another cup I may have to pull in the reins by emptying the coffee pot in the sink, eating some breakfast and taking a well-needed shower. Maybe…who knows, instead I may pour myself a fourth cup, make another pot and simply change my t-shirt.

Okay, enough about coffee, it’s time for me to look back on last week’s training log and any learning I may have stumbled upon along the way.

There’s really not much to report on in terms of training. Last week the tendons in my right foot started to act up in a way that was not at all conducive to training, actually walking at times was a bit of a strain. After going to Conrad, who is a friend and my chiropractor, we decided that I need to take a bit of a break and rest my foot. When reaching this decision last week I didn’t know if I could make it through a week without working out, but then the week happened and there was simply no time to worry about my lack of activity.

To celebrate my Dad’s birthday (June 14^th) and Father’s Day, I decided to sneak into Ottawa for a quick family packed visit. And as I put head to pillow on Wednesday night, I felt pretty good about my stealth-like return to the city.  Then Thursday happened; there’s nothing like a car accident in the middle of one of Ottawa’s busiest intersection to announce your arrival. Thankfully no one was hurt. That’s the important thing. Well, Bonbon (aka my car) took a beating. He`s still in Ottawa and is waiting to be put back together by all the king`s men at Scotty`s Garage. He`s pissed, but I`m confident with time he`ll forgive me.

As I stood on the side of the road, my hands shaky, my voice even more so, I called Alan and Asfrah and Hector.  Within minutes Alan was by my side and not long after Asfrah and Hector stood by me. (And Monkey, you know I would have called you, but I didn`t want to drag you all the way to the west end. Damn the east end!) That night, as I lay head to pillow, a tear or two ran down my cheeks as gratitude filled me;  I was back in the safety and comfort of my parent`s home, no one was hurt and had people in my life who I dearly love and who love me in turn.

On a somewhat lighter note, despite the stress, I didn`t break down and abandon the 21 Day Detox. I was steadfast. So I can proudly say without any hesitation, “Detox, you’re my BEEATCH!”  More than the trash-talking rights, I’ve earned a renewed vote of confidence in my willpower. I’ve doubted it of late and this accomplishment has put those doubts to rest. Did I lose any weight? No. Weighing in on Sunday morning, the number looking back at me was the same one that I had faced 21 days earlier. Oh well, did I feel better in my skin? Yes, I sure did.

Back to today. I see that my third cup of coffee is empty. I guess it’s time for me to stop writing. Now, do I get another cup or do I save myself by dumping the remainder of the pot down the sink?

my first cup back