The King is Back

Haven't felt like this in a long time.

 

Went back to home today. My spiritual home.
The boxing gym and I gassed out hard. To be fair I was able to hang for about an hour but then my own cardio failed me.
It was like a scene from that famous book, The Buck Breaking of Deontay Wilder by Tyson Fury, The King of the Gypsies (Available on Amazon).

I haven't really gassed out this hard since the first days of rugby and that was 8 years ago.

Where do I, 2006 Golden Gloves champion, go next ? The haters want me to go out.

They don't me to be in nice cars.
They don't me to be in Rolexes.
They don't me to be in APs.
They don't me to be in private jets.
They want me to lose this fight go back to the cubicle and never talked about again.
They don't want me to see the top of my pinnacle.

I have two options.

Option A: The Champions' Route

I find the nearest steroid dealer and abuse them until I have the cardio of a 3 lunged marathon runner.
My view on the topic is only professional athletes (including professional wrestlers) and Hollywood actors should be the only people who should take steroids (rice and chicken in the latter case). Then again, 1 in 50 men in the UK abuse steroids in one form of another. Mostly to complement weight lifting and bodybuilding (which has its roots in the gay escort/prostitute scene in the 1960s. Article coming out soon).

Everyone's doing it. Including fighters who I like. Why shouldn't I get with the program ?

Nothing's stopping me from getting my  hands on sweet sweet EPO and raising my cardio to champion levels.

A wise man once told me that Rich Piana (RIP) abused the most dangerous perfomance enhancing compounds known to man over a 20 year period, and it only took 2 years of living with a woman that finally killed him.

Option C: CSO

🍂We Skip💃Straight 🏹to C👀 cause B is For Bitches🐕. 🇲🇽🏆🇺🇸

From the capitalisation and CTE fueled emoji use, you know this one is different #MiGente.