I am week three into boxing training and I am loving it. It has been 2 od years since I have done any type of serious training (other than riding my bike or the occasional light work out with a rope), and already I have striped down enough to show a six pack. I expected the first couple of sessions to hurt, not ignoring the guy training me is a patient who would love nothing better than to make me spew, but I have even impressed myself how quickly I have adapted to it.
I have really missed the pain since I stoppped playing rugby years ago. I miss pushing myself to exhaustion, gritting my teeth and seeing my opponent suffering more than me. I even miss the taste of bood in the back of my throat caused by my ribs bashing into something soft and squishy for some sick reason. I don't miss not being able to walk or having to take my arm out of a sling to treat an patient so hopefully I can avoid fracturing my hand and not have to take time off.
5.30am start tomorrow morning and I can't wait.