Well as i sit here at 6:00 in the morning waiting to get off work, i think to myself what would be exciting to write about for my first blog. Four days ago there was nothing to write about so i left it blank but i found something... So here it goes!! A glimpse of my crazy lifestyle. Randomly & out of no where i get asked to do a little Mad Marvins cage fighting. What in the world you may ask? Exactly what i said to myself. Who wants to be thrown in a cage with some crazy chick thats goal is to give you a broken nose and two black eyes, maybe a possible concussion? Well..... Me... I guess!
I wasn't going to do it, then i got the phone call some girl that was planning on it got hurt (who would have thought) so i was needed. I didn't really have a choice anymore, i kinda got thrown into it. So here i am 8 days away from duking it out with some crazy lady.
I've trained once, and let me tell you, props to the women fighters out there, it's tough! They put these 20 lb. boxing gloves on my hands and told me to start punching the bag. After about 5 punches my arms were hanging to my feet. KEEP GOING! um... excuse me sir, I'm a girl, i may seem tough but i just recently found out .5 seconds ago I'm not as tough as i thought. So give me a minute to rest, OK thanks. Ha! Not a good idea to say to a trainer. They look at you like you are a complete idiot.
So anyways, i finished up 2 hr session of training. I even have sweet gloves, and a mouth piece. Oh i look so tough. psh, please. And who would have though, the attire for the event be board shorts and a sports bra? TIME OUT! Um for those of us who know the crapo body, no sports bra for me. It'd be fine if i was like somewhat slender. But looking and us face to face it's like head, shoulders, small you know what, then BAM.... CRAPO LOVE HANDLES. (Che' knows what I'm talking about) I'm not about to go out in front of 300 people and show those off. A little embarrassing if ya know what i mean.
I've been running my butt off, and it sucks. I hate to run I've decided. Long distance to music, great. Sprinting back and forth with no music and someone yelling in your face, not so great. Whatever though right? I'm sore, i can hardly feel my legs. I can't lift either arm. But hey, only like 6 more days of training.
Not gonna lie, I'm a bit nervous. I've never just jumped into a ring and tried to beat some girl up. I've been in one fight in my entire life, but we don't need to bring that up. So I've just decided I'm gonna hop in there & pretend i know what I'm doing. Act like I'm a crazy maniac and jump on her back or something? Who knows.... Anyways, I'll be sure to let you know how it all goes. Feel free to buy tickets and come check it out if you want. It could be highly entertaining.
PICTURES TO COME SOON!!!
