Today, I wanted to go swimming to buildup endurance. As a matter of fact, I’m planning on swimming twice per week. Quite frankly I have to admit my motivation was pretty low and I had to see that my self-discipline seems to have suffered during those last 4 weeks. When I finally got myself to get out into the cold and walk over to the baths, I was told they’re closed on mondays. Great.
Well, anyhow, I just adapted to the circumstances and skipped rope instead of swimming. Not exactly the same, but it just had to do. Apparentaly that wasn’t all that wise though, for now my ankle is pretty heavily swollen again and hurts badly.
So, when it came to working the pads, I had to do 7 rounds of boxing in order to spare my foot. Although I know that I’m greatly benefiting from focussing on my boxing game, being forced to do so leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Tomorrow, I’ll hit the weights for the first time since what seems like eternity to me, I’m really looking forward to moving some iron.