Actually, it was more than good. I started training again, this time at the Wild Card Boxing Club of Hollywood. It is the same gym that
Also, I was running on the boardwalk in the evenings, followed by a quick dip in the ocean to catch some waves via body surfing. I would then watch the sun go down while sitting on the beach and thinking deep and inspiring thoughts, such as "what should I make for dinner," and "that girl is pretty hot."
Never trust too much good stuff at one time. After being inspired by The Art of Manliness's post on Man Caves, I decided that I must have one. I immediately set to, rearranging furniture out of and into my spare bedroom, putting up vintage boxing posters, and stocking it with bourbon and other necessities.
Years ago, my Grandma Bev had brought me back a Masai spear from her trip to Kenya. It was a perfect accent to my man-cave-in-progress, and I had set it on the ground while determining a good place for it. It was at this point that I tripped, falling forward and kicking the sharp end of the killing device. With one edge firmly planted against the wall, the business end stabbed through the meaty part of my foot at a 45 degree angle. I had propelled myself forward with so much force that the end against the wall embedded itself at least a quarter inch deep into the drywall. I didn't look how deep it had gone into my foot, but it took a long time to pull it all the way out. Sure enough, the metal blade was completely rusted over. Tetanus shots, joy!
I found an Urgent Care Center that was still open, and they stuck needles in me, gave me antibiotics, and a candy for being such a good patient.
Now I am limping along with a hole in my foot, a sore arm, and flu-like symptoms as a reaction to all the medication. However, I got to do some fishing off a dock with my brother today, and while I caught a perch and a stingray, he didn't catch shit but seaweed.
Overall, a good week.