Boxing yesterday started out by going out to the parking lot and racing in teams. Had to side-shuffle halfway down and sprint the remainder before tagging our partner in. Despite being bigger and older than everyone in class, I smoked everyone in the sprints by a wide margin every round. After coming back in, we did 3 rounds of shadowboxing followed by partner sparring using only feints and jabs, then more rounds that included body hooks.

My hip flexors and glutes were absolutely nuked afterwards. Weekend running, Monday running, 2 squat workouts, and the sprints have added up. Instead of burpees this morning, I hit 55 push-ups in one set.

Currently rereading The Iron Samurai: The True Story of Westside by Louie Simmons, which I've wanted to pick-up ever since reading @T3hPwnisher's review of it. What a wild book so far. I like the format of, "Here is one story. [Insert insane story about insane weightlifter doing insane thing here.] That is a true story, by the way." Then repeat. Very little cohesion going on; you can go from page 10, skip to page 30, and not feel like you've gone out of order. I love it so far.