Some Days Just Fail

Some days just don't work out how you plan them. For example, today, I was supposed to begin my training to become a legendary boxer. I thought there were two sessions this morning. Because champions are lazy, I chose to attend the later class. Unfortunately, the later class did not exist. Instead I took a look around the gym.

I'm not quite sure what I was expecting. When they say boxing gym, they mean it. The first floor was full of weights and things, and looked like a typical gym. Everyone in it was sculpted like Apollo Creed, but other than that, it was a typical gym. The second floor however was a horse of a different color. There were a few rings, some mats, punching bags, and the like. I did not however, expect to find any women boxing. Woman is generous; this chick had an adam's apple the size of my balls. She started yelling at me about something but my Spanish leaves me when I fear that I'm in danger of getting beat up by a girl. In other words, the boxing gym intimidated the hell out of me.

At the end of my day, I was supposed to join a Spanish club where I would be paired with a Spaniard who wants to learn English. Once a week we would meet and help each other learn our respective languages. Unfortunately, there were 50 Americans and only 10 Spaniards. I guess I'll try again tomorrow. Some days just fail.