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Still Alive and Kickin’ — At Buckhead Fight Club

Except for the kicking part! No kickboxing for me.

I’ve covered a lot of ground in the months since I last posted. It’s been an overwhelmingly busy period, and I don’t see any signs of it letting up yet. The good news: I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long time and I love what I’m doing.

When I last posted, we were still training in a temporary gym. No more! My trainer, Terri Moss, opened Buckhead Fight Club, the coolest place on Earth. Am I exaggerating? Probably not, but you should come experience it for yourself to make sure I’m telling the truth.BFC 1

I won’t go into great detail right now, but let me tell you that I’ve never put in so many hours, so much sweat, so much prayer and so much effort into anything else in my life. Just getting to the point where we could open the doors took hours of physical labor,  financial miracles, many volunteer workers and oodles of optimism and faith. The Grand Opening was on May 11th, 2013. To be honest, I was too worn out to enjoy it! After going home and sleeping for 14 hours, I was able to marvel over the fact that we were actually open, after months of work.

I’ve been working full time at the gym ever since, and I love it! I spend most of my time behind the front desk doing office work, believe it or not, but I am also coaching a kids class. I’ve only got two boys right now, but they’re a fun pair! We’re working on getting more kids in there.

The gym is a busy place, especially in the evenings. We’ve got boxing (for fitness or competition), Tae Kwon Do, Krav Maga, Muay Thai boxing, Guided Chaos, Jeet Kune Do, on-site massage therapy… We’re full of life! We’re family-friendly, too, which is important to me since I mainly want to work with kids. Almost every day, there’s a steady trickle of interest as we get curious walk-ins off the street and as people who’ve heard about us from friends come by to check it out. We’re growing!

For a short while earlier this spring, there was a lull in my own training while I focused more on getting the gym opened up. However, I got back to training and sparring in plenty of time to get ready for summer tournaments and club shows. My goal for the summer is to get as many bouts as I can, and I’ve already begun. My next post will be about my fourth fight, so stay tuned!

While you’re waiting, like BFC on Facebook and be entertained by our status updates! :-)

P.S. In March, I got my driver’s license. In April, I bought a car! In May, I finished my teaching job. I think that ties up all the loose ends from my last post.


Boxing, MARTA & Work

I’m back in the gym to resume my training! Almost two weeks after my minor foot surgery, I decided that it was time to get boxing. My foot disagreed with me, though, as the first couple of days back were rather painful. Now it’s been almost three weeks since surgery and I can both walk and box without pain.

It was a rough first week back. Monday through Wednesday, my body was sore sore sore. All of me was exhausted by Wednesday night and it was all I could do to keep my head up. Thursday night’s workout was better. My muscles were still sore, but I didn’t feel like a boulder trying to swim. Once my body adjusts, it’ll be better.

Muscle soreness aside, there’s a new factor that made my week more tiresome: public transportation. We’re training in a new (temporary) location that is way on the other side of town. Depending on the day, it takes me 1-2 hours to get there—one way. Fortunately, I’ve gotten rides home at night. (Bless you, dear friends.) I’ve never been one to bash MARTA, but it just takes so long to get anywhere. It leaves me no time between work and boxing. Each day this week except for Friday, I left home around 6:45 am and got back in at 8/9/10 pm. Once home, I showered as quickly as I could and fell into bed. No time for watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which is unfortunate. (I’m a late-comer to the series—just started season three.)

I can stand this schedule for two reasons:

  1. I’d rather be boxing than not.
  2. It’s temporary. I’m taking driving lessons to get my license and I plan to buy a car very soon. I’ve had it with bicycling, walking, taking trains, riding buses and begging for rides.

Despite the incredible waste of time in transit, the bottom line is that I’m just plain excited to be back to boxing. Granted, I’m not getting much done during the week, which means I’ll need to work a little more on weekends.

Speaking of work. Do you remember when I freaked out about my job last year? After a difficult first year of teaching, I couldn’t decide what to do. Try another year in Pre-K? Move to an older grade? Leave teaching all together? I spent so much time and energy worrying about this that it drove me crazy. I finally decided to stay in the same grade at the same school. I knew that the first years of teaching are hard, so I decided to stick with it.

Well, another year has almost gone. Though the second year has been better than the first in some ways, I submitted my letter of resignation this week. This time around, I made my decision without wasting precious energy fretting and worrying about “what if” scenarios. I considered where I am now and where I want to be, and found that the two wouldn’t connect.

  • This school, which serves infants through Pre-K, is not the right fit for me. I’ve always imagined myself working in a traditional elementary school setting, and when I was in college I had my sights set on teaching 1st grade. Pre-K students are absolutely precious, but I think I’ll do better with older kids.
  • Though it’s meant to give educators constructive feedback and encourage growth, I have to say that I’ve found the process of being observed and evaluated very discouraging. Of course, I may feel the same way in any other school. That’s part of why I will also look for non-teaching jobs, in addition to filling out teaching applications.
  • I’m taking my life in a new direction. While I may stay in regular full-time teaching, I am also considering other options. Substitute teaching for a while? Maybe work in a half-day Pre-K program at an alternative school? Go back to school for special ed certification? Who knows? I sure don’t, yet, but I’m not worried anymore.

May 29th will be my last day of work. As weird as it is to not have a clue what I’ll be doing after that other than boxing, it’s exciting. There are so many possibilities—overwhelmingly many, actually. I’m looking forward to finding out what I’ll do next.

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Post-Fight Gore

It’s been a really long time since I’ve been in the gym. Remember how I was sick? I’m not sick anymore! (Finally.) Remember how I was resting for a fight? The fight’s over, but I’m still laying around at home. Why? Because I’m an invalid: I have a post-op shoe to prove it.

I’ve had a plantar wart on the bottom of my right foot for a while. It first became painful before ACFN 5, so I started applying an over-the-counter acid solution. I also tried duct tape. (I love duct tape.) I self-doctored the wart for months, but couldn’t get rid of it. When I gave up on the home remedies, I was in training for this most recent fight. I set up an appointment for four days after ACFN 6. With our transition to a new gym and the resting period while I was sick, I figured it was a good time to get ‘er done. I told the doctor I wanted to get the painful little thing removed as soon as possible, so he scheduled the surgery for this past Monday.

Even though I had this procedure done as a kid (removing two warts from the same foot without twilight sleep = more pain), I was nervous about it. I had a dream that they drilled a 3″-deep hole into my foot while I was asleep. I also dreaded having to stay home from the gym, but knew it would be worth it to be able to walk (and box) without that little twinge under my foot. As part of my prep for surgery, a nurse asked me which foot the wart was on. “Right,” I said. She checked it to make sure, and then wrote “YES” on my right ankle and “NO” on my left ankle, which I thought was hilarious. She had me initial them to show that I agreed.

"Yes," operate on this foot (right). "No," don't touch that one (left)! I had to initial them to show that I agreed.

“Yes,” operate on this foot. “No,” don’t touch that one!

I’m glad my doctor didn’t try to remove anything from the wartless foot! I came home with a numb right foot and started taking my pain medication and anti-inflammatory pills. The pain med made me queasy, but I stuck with it for a while. (I was told to be on it while my foot “woke up.”) I spent the rest of the day on the couch with my foot in the air.

I took Tuesday off work. The day started when I got out of bed and threw up. “No more painkillers for me!” My foot started hurting more as the day went on, but it wasn’t bad—especially compared to feeling sick to the stomach. I spent this day with my foot sticking up, too. My mom, my grandma and my trainer all called to make sure that I was doing alright.

That evening, about 36 hours after surgery, my instructions were to take a shower. Get the bandages nice and wet, then change them for the first time. I was nervous about this, but it ended up not hurting. It was a slight disappointment that the wound wasn’t as gory as I expected it to be:

This is about a day and a half after the surgery. The first time I was allowed to shower and change the bandage.

The ring around the edge is just dried blood; only the circle in the middle is the wound. You can’t tell because of the lighting, but it was bright red.

This picture is to balance out the lovey-dovey stuff I posted a few days ago. :)

I returned to work on Wednesday, wearing my post-op shoe and keeping my weight on my right heel. The nurses said I’d heal quickly—maybe even before my post-op appointment next week. I hope so! For now, I’m changing the bandage daily, keeping the wound moist with salvey stuff they gave me and staying off my feet as much as I can. My students don’t mind, because they like helping out. They were also very curious, so I did a show and tell all about my foot, the procedure and my special new shoe.

As soon as I’m all healed up, I’ll be back in the gym. I can’t wait!