In the afternoon, at work, is when camp wears on me. In the mornings I’m still riding my post run high. Evenings I’m either training, enjoying the post workout buzz, or spending time with my family. If only I could skip afternoons.
My mind wanders in the afternoons. I don’t worry about being an inferior boxer, I’m confident in my skills and I’m truly not afraid of losing. Losing is 1,000X better than quitting. And I’m not afraid of getting injured, I’d happily sit back and heal over a plate of spaghetti & meatballs and a glass of red. Err scratch that, baby back ribs and beer, yeah that would be my medicine.
I am afraid of getting tired and not putting up a fight in the later rounds. The thought of looking back and regretting how hard I worked in camp sickens me. More than that I fear getting hurt and not being able to fight. To do all this and have nothing to show for it, absolutely horrifying.
Mostly I’m just tired and hungry. I miss leisure time, I miss my wife and son and I can’t wait for a time when the cloud over me lifts and I can be carefree. You can box because it’s fun, or because you have a big chip on your shoulder. In the afternoons it feels more and more like I just have something to prove.
