So I think I may have upset someone at training. Since about Christmas this lad has come in once or twice a week and he trains with his friend who has been there a bit longer. Well I say train, what he actually does is a bit of a circuit and then faffs around, a bit more work, talks a bit etc. It annoys me no end that he doesn’t take it seriously. If you want to play around, then fuck off to the playground. Last night, I was working on the uppercut bag and was getting really into my workout, into the sort of state where you zone out. Anyway, this pillock decided he doesn’t want to do his dorsal raises in the empty space behind us, oh no. Where he wants to do them is right next to me, right b my feet so I can’t move around. I asked him to move back so he wasn’t in my way. He said he couldn’t talk to his friend form over there. So I told him I didn’t really give fuck, move or I’ll fucking move you. He stayed away from me after that.
Oh on the boxing news front, I’ve jumped up several more gears. I did some tech sparring with Min last night, he’s new there but he has trained a lot previously and has had 30+ amateur fights, a huge amount. He refused to believe I hadn’t had any fights myself yet and was full of praise for my jab and my uppercut. I cannot tell you enough how much pride that fills me with. In fact that pride is a feeling that nothing else can really come close to really I reckon. It’s something you can only get from working yourself hard. My coach pulled me aside and told me that in the next 3 months I have to have my medical, ready for my licence. That makes me feel awesome. John asked me how I felt and I said I felt good, I felt ready and that’s the truth. I am about as ready as I ever will be. It sounds evil I know but I really do think I can smash my opponent. When I get in the ring, I’m going to imagine him to be every police officer that’s arrested, every screw that’s locked me up, basically everyone that’s wronged me and im going to be doing my damndest to hurt the chap.
Actually that talk of screws has made me think of Mark, a friend I made when I was in the grey bar hotel. The wing I was on was 90% lifers and long term prisoners with a few nationals in the mix as well as little old me. I made some firm friends in there and Mark is one of them. He was given 20 years for killing someone but he’s a nice guy really. Anyway, he’s got his hostel notice now which is amazing news. To cut it down, when you’re given a long sentence, say anything over 4 years, then you work your way down the category system until your release. The final part, for lifers and those doing double digits is the hostel scheme. That means they’re out of prison but have to stay at a hostel for a period of 6-12months before they can finally be released properly. That’s in order to ease them back into civilian life. Mark gets to his hostel as soon as place is available at an appropriate one. I have visited him in prison after my release and I cant wait to see him out on the street.
So that’s it for now.
Toodle pip y’all
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