Weigh-In Week Means Smaller Portions....
So this week has consisted of continued recovery. A BBQ on Monday gave me access to twice my body weight in meat in order to keep the protein flowing to my muscles whilst my wrist is still recovering from my loss against the heavy gym bag. However the downside to this upon weighing myself on Tuesday morning what that I had put on 1.8KG! Now a lot of people have told me in the past that I am full of sh*t and in this instance I was really hoping this was true!
A consequence of the fickle and exciting world of UWCB is that sometimes people drop out, sometimes people are injured and sometimes people see their opponent and think, no thanks, not for me. In this instance in order to keep you fighting you may be paired with someone else, even in the next weight category. Therefore I really wanted to ensure this did not happen and wanted to shed at least some of this extra weight I had gained.
Well after a number of meals accompanied by a selection of my favorite hot sauces, including the fearsome 'Ass Blaster' I was down by 0.75KG.
NB, never to be used alongside a calorie controlled diet. You always need a full stomach to ingest this bad boy!
Tuesday
(Private 08)
Still concerned about my wrist injury, I mentioned this to Nayan who suggested we drill my footwork. After leg day at the gym in the morning, this was a real treat!
One of the things that I have been really surprised by during my training is the intricacy of footwork and the monumental coordination that is needed. This is where I confess that in the long term, boxing is probably not for me. This is not as I haven't been enjoying myself but due to the fact that I am such a technical person who likes to deconstruct and analyse....everything! This makes me bloody slow! We worked on this during the 1-2-1 with Nayan moving around fast and getting me to build combos of attacks whilst all the time moving to keep me on my toes. He also demoed how to keep your opponent in the center of the ring which frankly made me want to vomit due to dizzyiness however at my speed there was no chance of pulling the G Forces that astronauts experience in those centrifuges at Nasa. Maybe I need to keep a scorpion in my shoe as motivation to keep moving?
(Session 13/16)
This being the last week of sparring but with a number of numpty's like me with war wounds, we did things a little different and worked on a mixture of sparring and drills in a circuit. I liked this as it keep me constantly thinking back through the weeks to what we had learnt. We covered jab sparring, body hooks, counters, full sparring and defense through these drills, swapping over every two minutes,
(Session 14/16)
As this was the last sparring session but the matchups had already been made, I decided to give this session a miss to give my wrist a full week to finish healing. Next week will be fitness and cardio only, therefore a scary thought came over me. Next time I throw a punch, it will be in the ring!!!!!
The Rest Of The Week
So the rest of the week I have been trying a rehabilitation technique called R.I.C.E which consists of Rest, Ice, Compression and Elevation. This is apparently a technique that the top athletes use in order to recover from their boo boos. Being the opposite of a top athlete my theory was that the recovery time would surely be halved (NB, I have no scientific basis for that statement).
After some initial confusion, the RICE therapy seems to have done trick
After a week of some hard work I am back down. Not to my lightest, however I like to think that the extra 0.8KG is muscle...
Friday (The Weigh In)
See, I have got you there, I am writing this the morning after the weigh in. I was about to give you the details yet I have changed my mind and I am going to go for a run instead. Need to keep the tension and suspense up!
Thanks for reading my latest take on life
Steve
P.S For the last 4 months I have felt reasonably good, both from exercise, charity work and maybe, just maybe the adrenaline from being punched in the head. I thought I was the man. The man of the hour. However I shot myself in the foot by donating this nickname to Artie, my friends Steven and Charlie Cooper's son.
High off a large glass of Fentiman's Cola drink I decided to be jovial and bellow 'Artie, The Man Of The Hour!' in a comically loud boxing promoter's voice. He went crazy for it. The more of this Cola beverage I drank, the more I bellowed and the more he bared his cheeky 3 tooth smile and roared with laughter. I was happy to made the kid smile but a little sad that I had given away a potential nickname.
We will still see if he his laughing when he is 18 and I burst into the futuristic pub he is bound to be drinking in and like a manic bellow he nickname, effectively ruining his chances with the lovely girl he is conversing with at the bar. She will ask who is disheveled man is. He won't be unkind though, he will just smile and they will both leave on their hover boards. He is cool like that.
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