[Diego Lara]

8/15: Good workday. I feel nice and destroyed.

6:30 am: Watch Gerry Penalosa beat the pants off a Mexican and reclaim his world title in impressive fashion. Then sprints at the park through sprinklers and slippery death-trap grass.

10:30 am: Gym time. 5 min of warm up, and today I'm working on my shoulders to get them stronger and use them more effectively when throwing. 5x10 sets each of diamond push-ups, elevated push-ups (first feet then arms), pull ups, and shoulder pulls with weights set at 75. In between, keep warm with shadow boxing and skipping rope. Training cut short by worktime, again.

8:00 pm: Time for a night workout. 2 rounds warm up skipping rope,4 sets of curb steps, 2 rounds elevation drills, I round of step overs with a brick (you try doing more than that), then finish with 3 rounds with my good ol friend, the double end bag. This time I only got hit half the time woo-hoo! That calls her a night, except for those 100 v-ups before bed. There's no way in hell I can do anymore push-ups today.

I really wanna step up my training regimen, because I want to fight by winter, and I haven't yet reached the caliber of skill that can make me a contender. Strength and guts, I've got, but I wanna be more than that, and now more than ever I realize that I can use my time more effectively to get more done in and out of the gym. Turning 22 somehow made me realize that I've wasted alot of time in my life (otherwise I could've been boxinf sooner), and though I know I'm not a geezer yet, I know I can work harder and apply more focus and energy to all aspects of life, especially this sport that I've grown to love for what it's done for me in a very short time. Expect to see longer workouts and bigger work ethic in the coming days. 22 is gonna be the year I become a man.

Firefox out.