July 4th 2005

July 4, 2005 - Monday

My Ass got WORKED....
Current mood: exhausted

Couple of hours ago, I boxed my friend Joey at another friends house. Friendly fight mind you, and a REMATCH from about 2 years ago ( I WON, but he was drunk at the time). Well, being the person that i am, ACHING to fight someone ( i have a lot of aggression) i jumped at the chance to box. Well, 2 years, a lot has changed. IM now 50 lbs heavier, not to mention that i havent done anything really physical in a long ass time. Also, earlier in the night, i had a 40 ounce choclate shake, and JOEY's lady Alica said i had to take a double shot to even out the match (Joey had been drinking all night, but wasnt drunk) So, on a full stomach, now filled with 2 shots of Tequila 1 mintue before i go out, i box.

and i got worked.

I admit it, i got worked.



I got maybe 3 good shots in, but Joey landed the frist good punch to the head, spun me, and a couple of seconds to kick in, and i went down. Not hard. But i got some sense as to how hard of a punch Joey throws. I get back up and go at it. Several shots later, im out of breath, and ready to throw up ( combo of being winded and the Tequila coming back up) So I ended the match. Joey and i shook and that was that.

But now i realize just how bad im out of shape. I didnt last 3 mintues boxing my friend, and i still got worked. I barley blocked and i was pulling back most of the fight. Maybe now is the time to really look at getting back in to some sort of physical conditon that dosnt involve me gasping for breath ever time i jog 10 feet and i can wear regular LARGE shirts again.


I dont mind the SIZE im at, its the poor condition and excess flab.

Not to mention the Ego took yet another blow tonight.

I never did get a rematch