Introductions

My name is Ian, and I have never had a fight in my life (there I said it). Actually I have had one or two minor skirmishes in school ... vs Stephen Wincote age 6, and vs Mark Laven age 13 ... but that's it. I don't want to fight anyone in real-life, its just not me. I only admit that to give you a bit of context for this project. Over the next 12 months I am going to document our journey to become amateur boxers. Haha, I said amateur as if there's the option to be professional ... I am 32 years old, will be 33 in July, I work as a Sales Manager for a large software corporation, and I live in Ottawa, Canada with my wife of 5 and a half years and my dog, Fern. I am in reasonable shape, judge for yourself when you see the introductory video, but don't judge too hard because I ate a load of junk food and drank a load of booze before those shots to make the footage 12 months from now look even more impressive. Konrad is an Economist. I was pretty surprised when he said that he wanted to join in when I told him about the plan to transform myself into a boxer over the course of 12 months, with the goal of having a real boxing match on a proper bill. Konrad is younger than me. I would guess that he is fitter too, but I think its fair to say that we both have some hard work to do to keep this from being downright dangerous. Marcus is a Market Analyst, and is probably the fittest of the three of us starting the training. As of today Marcus has not commited to actually fighting but he wants to train, and I think he may get into it. I don't know, no pressure. Firuz is filming it all. I explained the plan to him about 2 months ago, and he liked the idea of tracking rather average, normal men trying to get fit enough not to get humiliated by some little shithead first time we step into the ring.


Buying the gloves at Canadian Tire

Friday, May 16, 2008

Having a dog with the jog

mmm its not been the best week for sticking to the plan, diet has been good but workouts have been few and far between. First I cancelled the weightlifting with Konrad on Wednesday because of taking the dog to the vet. That was horseshit because I hate going to the vet anyway, I always feel like I'm being gouged for more money for shots / parasite treatments / fleas etc etc .. she's in grave danger of something or other new every time we go. Anyway, she's getting fixed next week and then we're not going back unless she explicitly asks me to. Then, my football match was cancelled on Thursday. Only a friendly pre-season but I'd already chalked up 90 mins on the exercise log which now I'll have to scrub, thats a pyschological blow!

On the otherhand, I've worked out a decent schedule for the mornings now. Up at 6.30-40am, bowl of Kashi cereal/juice ... 6.50am go for a jog to the dog park inc 3 times round the perimeter. Its a bit of a chore teaching her to run alongside but its going to pay-off big-time because 1) getting 2 jobs done at once and 2) she's been asleep in her crate since we got back. 7.40am After the park, come home, get a drink of water, go to the gym across the street, quick 15 min swim / sauna, shower, back home in front of the computer by 8.25am. Trick is to do it again on Monday.
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