This past Tuesday, 11/13, marks the start of my training regimen. I am now training at Fairtex in San Francisco. I have always had the utmost respect for the fighters and trainers that gym has produced. My mind is excited to be back, my body, however, wants to murder me in my sleep. My calves feel like intestines stuffed to the point of bursting, my back, filled with marble sized pockets of battery acid, my forearms like pounded beef, my ribs, cracked and broken. But it feels so good. I can hardly walk, and when I do it's jerky, weak, and forced.
Back with more later.