Yesterday at boxing we were doing two head-body-head combinations. The first one was fake the jab, right to the body, hook to the head. The second one was fake the right, hook to the body, uppercut.

My coach is a former olympic boxer, and he asked if anyone had see The Fighter. Now, he's been talking about that movie since it came out, but I hadn't seen it yet. Anyway, in the movie, they use head-body-head a lot, and he started talking about how he used to do that when he fought, and "if you break the ribs, you can hit them however you want".

You know how someone lights up when talking about something they really love?

Anyway, today I went to see The Fighter. It's about a boxer named Micky Ward, and it's based on a true story.

If you're intending to see the movie and you don't want to know anything that happens, now would be a good time to stop reading.

At one point, one of Micky's opponents is being asked who he would like to fight. His answer is Gatti, and I was proud that I had heard of Gatti before. His poster is in the gym - you know, the Gatti vs. Ward poster ... oh.

Apparently, I'd heard of Micky Ward before, too.

I've been writing a lot of blog posts lately, but they haven't made it out of my head and onto the computer.

I've had a horrible cough for a couple of weeks, and I went to the doctor on Monday morning. The appointment was made before I got the cough, but the subject of the cough did come up.

(To be clear, this cough sounds horrible, but isn't contagious.)

I got the proper medication, and the cough was getting better.

You see, I apparently have mild asthma, which tends to get worse when I exercise.

This annoys me. (Nothing is allowed to interfere with boxing, you know.) Anyway, since my problem is mostly with exercise, my doctor changed one of my inhalers. I picked it up on Monday, and the pharmacist explained how to use it and explained that it can result in a little coughing.

Tuesdays I don't usually go to the gym, so today was my first chance to use it.

I used the inhaler, and after a few minutes all was well. I got on the bike.

About ten minutes later, I started coughing.

And coughing.

And coughing.

People started looking at me in concern - not for me so much as concern that they might get whatever I had.

And I coughed.

Eventually I finished my workout and left (still coughing). It's four hours later and I still feel more congested than I did before I went to the gym.

Apparently, when a pharmacist warns you there might be a little coughing, you should believe her.

Ides of March Update

Wanda's wallet has been found.

Someone found it and got one of his employees to track her down. I picked it up at lunch today.

Apparently, it was hard to find her because there's nothing in the wallet with her address & phone number. Of course, if her wallet had had her driver's license in it, it would have been easier.

It's intact, although she said some bus tickets were missing. (The cash was still there.)

Beware the Ides of March

Wikipedia tells me that the ides was a day in the Roman calendar that marked the approximate middle of the month. (Good thing it's approximate, because the middle of March is the 16th). Personally, April 15th has been a worse day for me than March 15, but it doesn't have a catchy saying.

I started the day as usual - shower & breakfast-while-checking-twitter - and was still eating when Wanda got home from the gym.

She was having a bad day.

She had been in a (minor) car accident on the way home. She stopped (of course) to exchange insurance information. After they had done that, she pulled into a parking lot to put her driver's license away, and couldn't find her wallet.

She walked back to where they'd been - no wallet.

That's right, she'd worked until 6 a.m., went to the gym, got in a car accident, and lost her wallet. I hadn't even brushed my teeth yet.

She was pretty shaken, but had recovered somewhat by the time I went to work.

Before 9, she texted me - she'd also fallen down the stairs.

When I called her, I was literally laughing so hard I couldn't talk. Then she told me it was the ides of March.

She can't say she wasn't warned.

A handful of spinach counts as raw vegetables, right?

So the "eating raw vegetables every day" plan is still in effect ... if barely.

I have discovered that I don't mind spinach salads. I'm not a big fan of lettuce, but spinach is OK.

To be clear, if there's a salad bar, I'm there - it's just that my options are a lot more limited and thus boring at home.

Some days, working raw veggies into my diet is no problem at all. Other days, I completely forget until after I've already eaten.

Today would be one of those days - but a handful of spinach eaten directly from the fridge counts, so all is well.

Tomorrow night I will have to actually clean some additional veggies so that they're ready to go. That's half my problem.