Boxing yesterday night. A
complete change in my mood and
energy. My body really need this
exhaustion. Since Karate might
not be happening this year, I
might end up doing more boxing.

It's quite the ride, over 2 hour
of travel. But I hang out on the
boat for 30 minutes each way,
which give me some time to write,
or draw or work.

I forgot how pleasant this is.

I might even go hiking today.
I remember my magic mushroom
hikes from last year. A micro
dose in lemon, then a two hours
hike in the forest. Quick and
dirty. I'd often cry and reflect
on my reality. Come back home to
a new reality.

The training was good. I though I'd
be completely out of shape, but
it wasn't the case. I was able to
sustain most of the class, apart
from the abs workout on the last
5 minutes. I just can't hold a
plank for 2 minutes! Training
makes me want to train more.

The team was practicing right
before our class. All the
fighters that I saw during the
competition a few months ago were
there. It was nice to see their
techniques and skills. One particularly
aggressive fighter was there. Her
bag work was scary, so low and
fast. Her mom is also training
with me after their class.

Fighters likes fighters. No matter
the size, the age, the
gender. When you are a fighter,
or a martial artist, you get
triggered, you get curious when
you see or sense another
fighter. When I was doing my bag
work, she came to sit closer to
check things out. I'm sure my
form was awful yesterday, but I
had to output all my rage, fear,
sadness in the bag. I needed to
exhaust myself, hurt my arms,
grunt, sweat, fall... But I saw
her looking, I saw her wondering,
could I beat this guy? What would
it look like to fight each other?
It's a funny thing to have a
fight envy, an attraction, a
desire to test your skill against
someone else. I want to fight
everyone. 

My body is barely sore today, I
didn't push myself enough. That's
okay though as I didn't want to
hurt myself after a couple month
of not training.