It was another hot evening in the gym, and the fan didn't help much. I was as surprised, however, that a good amount of people showed up for training, as I was that Alan beat me to the gym. I was talking to Caroline, and Alan was at the other end of the hall at the gym entrance. "I'm going to be inside changing my clothes," he said. A few minutes later, others showed up, and we all walked down to the gym door. I knocked on it, and Alan said, "No!" from inside. A moment later, he opened it. "Why you in a hurry to get beat?" he grinned.
Amy came in. "I thought you moved to Canada!" I said. "I did, but I'm still in town for little while, so I decided to come in," she answered. The pictures of her wedding I saw on Facebook were very nice.
Not a lot of sparring went on, probably because the room was extremely warm. In the above photo, Tony (in the dark shirt) faced Tyson.
It was raining heavily at the end of the evening, so Alan and I had to wait a few moments before we could get to the car. I asked him to drop me off at the 'L' station because I was going downtown to meet a friend whom I only knew from Facebook. Alan was nice enough to drop me off at the 'L' station that was closest to his house in Lincoln Park.
I went to the Ritz-Carlton to see Diane, who came into town from PA for a few days. She's originally from Texas, and you can hear the accent well. We talked for hours. She was very interested in how in the world could I take punches and give them back. "I need to exercise, but I couldn't do that!" she said. She cringed when I told her about the time I was knocked out by Ieisha.
It was very late when I got on the 'L' to go home. No sooner than I sat down, the conductor announced over the PA system: "Good morning, Hillari!" I wondered who was driving the train all the way down to my stop. When I got off, I saw the conductor was a guy who went to my high school. We had a good laugh about it.
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