Well, Christmas is over, but the belly bulge from the holiday remains. I think I ate more food in 24 hours than I normally do in a week. Everywhere I went there was another dish that “I had to try.” I think even at one point I was eating smoked eel and thinking to myself, “What in God‘s name am I doing?”
Needless to say, I needed to get to the gym and needed an ass kicking. Stat.
Happily, my friend and professional boxing trainer in New York City, Yevgeniy Kievskiy, was in town to beat the living crap out of me.
We hit the gym for four hours in Southampton where we were jumping rope, shadow boxing, hitting the bag, pushups, sit-ups, medicine ball throws, it was ridiculous. My head was spinning by the end of it and I was completely drenched through my shirt with sweat.
Kievskiy, who comes from the Ukraine, doesn’t mess around. There really isn’t any other sport out there that makes me work this hard. There is just something about boxing that gets addicting and keeps you going at the gym. Here’s a video of me at the end of my workout, pathetically punching myself out. This is one of those situations where while I was doing it, I thought I looked really cool, but then after looking at the video, I’m just embarrassed. Still, it was fun to feel like Rocky for the day, and it’s good to burn off the seventeen Godiva truffles I ate for second dessert.