As usual its taken me a while to get round to writing my blog but this time i have genuine reasons for my slow ass writing ability.
1. again I didn't want to write the blog right on the back of a win as I like to take time to process the whole experience in my brain before I dare commit my thoughts to public
2. pretty pissed off with some of the things said in the aftermath of the fight and I wanted to respond like an adult rather than just saying the first(swear) words that came into my head.
3. everytime I go to write something…the fucking internet stops working.
so there you go…3 very valid and very real excuses…..eh I mean reasons….
anyhoos..guess I should get on with the filling of my blog sandwich.
If you read my last blog you’ll know that I had my 3rd pro fight on the 28th of November at Absolute Combat in Edinburgh.You will also be aware that I said that this fight camp was my most successful yet and I finalised it with a pretty successful weight cut.
I’ll be honest, I hate cutting weight. Its annoying, and tedious and means I can’t eat all the magical food that I love. The last week is the worst as it involves water loading. Basically I drink 10 litres of water for 5 days then 5 litres for 1 day before nothing for 24 hrs. Its torture and means I have to plan my travelling arrangements around public toilets.
In my experience the best places to go really depends on your situation and mood. If I’m just looking to have a quick piss the best places are the bookies, Ladbrokes are a particular favourite…cafes are a bit fussier sometimes…bookies are usually too busy with Chinese dudes and grumpy old gits to notice you sneaked in for a fly Jimmy. However if you really want to relax into the whole experience…get the jacket off and stretch your legs out then the best toilet in Glasgow is up the top of Princes Square. Nice wooden surroundings, relaxing music and no chance to any jakeys making noise to disturb you as you browse facebook on your phone while emptying your system.
Fast forward to Friday morning and I woke up at 68kg, therefore at worst I had 1.8kg to lose to make the upper limit of 66.2kg. I like to make the actual 65.8kg usually.
First plan of action was a 20 min hot salt bath…..came out of this feeling light headed as shit and had to first sit on the edge of the bath then once I got my ipod I decided a nice 10 min lie down on the floor of my bath room in the scud was in order. jumped back in the bath for a final 10 min then checked my weight-66.9kg. result! got ready and headed off to the gym and to use the local sauna.
To cut a long story short I spent about an hour in the sauna and came out looking like this…
66.2kg in my Ironman pants
Headed through to the weigh ins with the boys from the D-Unit to meet Doni face to face for the first time. Got there for 2 but had to wait half an hour for Doni to turn up. Jumped on the scales and weighed 65.8kg…osss for me, lost .4 just sitting on my arse. Doni surprised the shit out of me by weighing in at 67.9kg! Either he miscalculated his weight or left it all to do on the last day…either way…he was going to be spending his foreseeable future in the sauna. Maybe he was annoyed at this but I still thought it was a bit harsh of him not to bother saying hello or a friendly shake of the hand, instead he buggered off out the door not saying a word. Yes we were going to be having a fight but manners cost fuck all is all I’m saying.
I proceeded to start slowly eating and drinking again, last time I cut I stuffed myself silly far too quickly and made myself feel shit, this time I planned on eating every 15 or so mins. managed to actually not feel terrible which was nice but I feel that I didn't rehydrate enough, forgot to take water to the weigh ins and only had some gatorade and a small bottle of water til we hit up Harthill services on the way home……which included Lovey taking a massive detour due to not paying attention. How many people do you know to have got lost driving in between Glasgow and Edinburgh?!?!?! to be honest it was a blessing in disguise as we had time to chill and eat in the slow traffic on the way home.
Got back to the Grip nearly 3 hours after we left, watched guys spar then tried to find a nandos that could accommodate us…ended up going to Bay Tree instead. :P
Got a taxi home and slept like a baby…woke up 3 times crying and pissed the bed…….
Decided half way through this blog to break it up into 2 or 3 parts so this is the end of part 1.
enjoy…