Bad day all around.

That's it. Today was just one of those days where EVERYTHING set me off.

1. My orthotics are causing problems. Brand new orthotics. But I was stupid and went with the pressure-plate method rather than a 3D foot mold. Big mistake. Note to everyone who is out looking to get orthotics: GO THE MOLD ROUTE! Don't be coerced into getting the fancy computer version done. They have caused me more pain than I could have possibly imagined. Not at all happy.

2. A stupid cab driver cut me off today on Laurier, in the midst of the most hellish traffic, a result of bloody Tamil protesters on the Hill who are taking over all of Wellington Street and resulting in a complete re-routing of all traffic and buses. The downtown core is a mess and getting anywhere is impossible. For fuck's sake people!!! It's a problem in your own country - let them solve it! What the FUCK do you think the Canadian government can do?!! Nothing! Get over it. Get the fuck off the Hill and go do something productive somewhere else.

3. I come home tonight and Rebel has peed on the floor. Again. He did this yesterday. I'm not sure why, but it completely pissed me off (pun not intended).

4. And lastly the worst of all... My right shin is killing me. Absolutely throbbing all the time. It's fractured, I know it is. It's always sore. But I have to train. Because I have to fight in Iowa in June. Could I drop out? Yes. Will I? No. Because I'm not a quitter. Because my Kruu hasn't said "maybe it's best that you pull your name off the fight card". So I continue to train, as stupid as that is. And suffer. Because I'm not a quitter and I'm not a wimp. Maybe others realize that this is the case, but I don't. I feel if I pull off the card, I'm completely wussing out and failing to achieve a goal. Failing to train properly and be a good athlete and fighter. Failure in being able to control my progress and be smart. Failure to my gym and Kruu. A quitter and a failure does not seem like a good thing to be.