| Wicked Wednesday |
[May. 20th, 2009|09:04 pm] |
| [ | Feeling... |
| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | The music in my mind... |
| | I'm A Flirt (Remix) - R. Kelly feat T.I. & T. Pain | ] |
Today started out bad. I slept horribly late last night because of Rain Man on Star Movies ('Di ko matiis si Dustin Hoffman!). I woke up at 630am all groggy and tired with a mild backache and sore knuckles. I would've wanted to just pass on boxing today, but I promised myself I wouldn't quit on this. Giving in to laziness is where giving up all starts. So I pushed myself to go, dragging my bad back and stiff fingers.
Mitt-work was definitely the most exhausting part of today's training. Two rounds. Per round, I had to give 50 non-stop jabs, 50 non-stop straights, 50 non-stop left hooks, and 50 non-stop right hooks. Yes, that's about a hundred non-stop punches, while moving. In the middle of hitting, I'd feel my arms go numb and drop them, to which my trainer would give me a grunt to push me. "Sige, kaya pa! SI-GE! OSU!" In fairness, those grunts were very helpful in firing me up, but that's when I started feeling the conflict between body and mind. "The mind is OH-SO-WILLING, but the body is HORRIBLY WEAK!" It's frustrating wanting to hit more, to push more, to be more, but be bound by your own physical limits. It's disappointing not being able to fully take advantage of the time, too. Then again, maybe my mind's still too weak to transcend my physical limitations...
So, yeah, boxing was a little bit of a bust today. Thank God for lunch with Pat. Hadn't seen Pat in a while, so meeting up with her for lunch was definitely gonna be a treat. Definitely much to catch up on. And if there's anything I remember about Pat in college, it's how easy it was to hold a conversation with her, so catching up was definitely gonna be interesting.
She didn't disappoint. We talked about UP Law's wonderful system, its professors, its dean, and some of the more interesting people there (someone in particular, but I'll never tell :P). The conversation branched out into several other things, from Iglesia Ni Kristo and Mormonds to the United States and the French to "exotic" women and the white men that want them. HAHAHAHA! We had such a good laugh. Even talking about her recent relationships was interesting. :P
We had lunch at Perspolis and dessert at Flaming Wings. The conversation was definitely made sweeter by Persian food (Special Chelo Kebab FTW!) and Wicked Oreo! -sigh- There goes the morning work-out... HAHAHAHA!
Seeing Pat after so long really made me realize how much I miss my other batch mates. She told me about how our batch's year book is still currently under construction. Yep, they're still working on it. The AEGIS committee don't get their diploma until it's finally released. From what she's saying, it should be out very soon. -sigh- Hopefully I get to see my other batch mates before I see their pictures in a year book. :P
Thanks to lunch, the day didn't turn out so bad after all. I was even called by Ma'am Elma this afternoon to tell me my interview schedule for the GA job. If I remember correctly (and I'm not sure if I do because I had just woken up from an afternoon nap when she called), it'll be on Monday at 1130. Wish me luck. No, pray for me. HARD. I WANT this job.
Sometimes, after some frustration and disappointment, after physical limitations get in the way of desires, nothing is more satisfying than good conversation over three pieces of Wicked Oreo and a scoop of vanilla ice cream. And then, a day that started out bad doesn't need to end that way. :D |
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