Emily Goes Boxing

WEEK 17

In Uncategorized on July 21, 2011 at 7:35 am

You know when people tell you something “that was so funny.” And it is, sort of funny. But mainly you had to be there. Cause it was about the interaction in the moment. Well. I’m about to do that-tell a “It was so funny” story. Why? I don’t know. Do I need to know my motivation to tell the story? No. But I really wish I knew why. Why do I want to know why? I don’t know.

……. It was so funny. (Not really-cause you had to be there.) I was sitting on the bench at the end of my workout and had my yellow bird t-shirt on. Cartoon birds cover the t-shirt, moving in a flock. Except one bird is going the opposite direction and is wearing sneakers. The t-shirt has a pre-school flair. T sits down next to me and says, “Hey-He has that exact t-shirt.” “He” looks like he could just stand in the ring and knock someone out by looking at him. But I believe T. For a second. I think. Wow. This guy shops on Valencia Street too. Wow. What an odd and interesting choice for that guy. So I say. “Really?” The guy is already laughing at what T said. And then I become AWARE that is a joke. I suddenly become a cool person. Somehow I recover with a comeback and just as the guy was leaving I said, “But your t-shirt is in pink. Right.” Without a pause the guy said, “Yep. With lavender trim. And I have matching socks.”

I wonder if I needed to tell that story cause it felt like my first -“I’m one of the guys” moment. (A good thing.)

I have other funny stories that happen this week at the gym-involving jokes I had with some kids. But I don’t want to show off. (Obviously I do want to show off but I am restraining myself.)

T asked if I felt neglected-If I am getting enough training time. I told him that I could spend 10 hours a day hitting the mitts-just practicing my jab. But that’s in my compulsive world. In reality-I don’t feel neglected. I’m learning tons. And I appreciate how much he notices….. I’m always trying to be independent and making my own way (faking it at first, till it becomes natural) that him asking me that felt like a prize……

Why is it that some days I peel my hard boiled egg, or walk the dog, or put hair gel in my hair or any other daily routine, and it feels like drudgery. Makes me think-One day till Friday. But then only 2 day’s before Monday. Makes me question life.  And on other days the same exact routine will feel like just a drop in the wondrous big picture of life. Half the week was drudgery. Half the week had flow. WHY?

Till next Thursday…..

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