No boxing tonight due to Labor Day. I could have gone down to the church's gym and got in a workout, but choose to spend time with Glynn and Margaret's cat, Esther. The problem is, cat dander and kitty litter aggravates my allergies. Oh, I can take over-the-counter medicine, but it takes awhile to kick in. I've gone through a lot of tissues today.
It seems that I should be sniffling and sneezing all the time at Loyola Gym. The place does have a dry, musty smell, and there is dust. But I guess I've been going there for so long that I'm mostly immune to it.
I have half a mind not to work out at the church's gym tomorrow, but if I don't, then there's just Wednesday. I doubt that I would have another chance to get in an extra workout this week. It's too close to Loyola Park's boxing show on the 24th for me to slack off. A friend at church, Jena, was amazed to find out that I have no idea who I will fight on that night. "Usually, people don't know until they get to the fight," I told her. There's also the possibility of not having a match made at all. I've been in that situation too many times before, which is why I was so thrilled to finally have the two fights I did late last year.
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