gatch

I used to be a man of leisure, I'd take the motorbike to work, then I would come home and smoke a few cones with the boys, then drink up on the weekend, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat. Easy.

It got to the stage where this wasn't as much fun as it used to be, so I joined a gym and started weight training, and enrolled in the local polytech and did an engineering pre-apprenticeship type deal, which netted me a job. Sweet.

Then work tells me I have to go to night school as part of the apprenticeship, ok cool, I'll just knock the gym session back a little, not a worry.

About a month ago, my bike decides it doesn't like life too much any more, indicates its lack of motivation by blowing a head gasket, and consequently cooking the motor, oh what a f@#%ing pain in the &$s, ok fine, push bike it is. The extra exercise will be good.. Maybe.

Then I get a puncture.. Ok I'll patch it, next day, blam, another, didn't check the tire did I, new tube, safe as fuck, a pinch of snuff and away we go..

MMA you say ? Ju-Jitsu you say, beginner course starts this week ? Awesome !!! Monday to Thursday classes.. 5 o'clock at massey you say, oh christ and fuck, I'll need alot of snuff..

So as it is, (probably pales in comparison to being a single parent, but I wouldn't know about that..) Get up earlier than I would like and take the SHOVEY to work, punch out at 4, pedal home, inhale food, pedal to massey to start fight club class at 5 (Monday - Thursday), then on Monday, Tuesday and Thursday go do some weights, can't hang around on Wednesday cause I got to be at night school.. Friday I can take my time getting to the gym but still have to pedal.

To top it all off, first night at fight school, I get another puncture..

I'm all out of swear words..

Time to sit down I think.