Hello one and all to a long overdue edition of the diary. I hope I haven’t been away that long that you’ve forgotten who I am and what this is about.
Been a month now since my last entry, and quite a lot has happened, but as you can tell from my title, none of it has been spent at the SEW academy. Actually that’s a bit of a fib, as I did actually attend training on September 11th and brought along an old friend of mine called Gary for his first taste of training.
He wrote about the whole day here and I decided not to bother writing a blog for that session as Gary just about covered it. Plus you don’t want to hear about how his first session went through my eyes, defeats the point of the blog. So I decided to take a few weeks off from writing, to recharge my batteries and concentrate on my full time job (I’m a chef) as I had just recently had a promotion there. You know, work that little bit extra hard to show that you deserved that promotion after all, and then settle back down gradually to your normal level of work.
Anyway, you don’t come here to read my about my work life (which is just as intersting and varied as my wrestling life by the way. The amount of gossip I hear on a daily basis……) you want to know what in the blue hell has been going on?! And I’ll answer that right now:
After the September 11th training session, Head coach Matt and his wife Amy informed the class that there wouldn’t be any training for the following two Sunday’s (Sep 18/25) as they were having some well deserved time off. But not to break our hearts, there would be training sessions held on Thursday night’s to compensate. Unfortunately I work overtime on Thursday nights (just stock ordering and prep, nothing too exciting in case you were wondering 🙂 ) so there was no way I could attend, so I resigned myself to having two weeks off. Yeah I’ll be sore as hell after the first session back but I’m sure that my family and friends would appreciate those two Sundays being spent with them…..
How wrong was I?? According to them I was a moody grumpy shit those two Sundays as I was missing my SEW family and the training. In my defence I thought I was doing a grand job of hiding the fact that I was missing training badly, but I obviously didn’t. So for that I apologise unreservedly and I’ll try harder if there’s a next time, which all my family are praying for never happens.
Back to the post at hand…..
So with those two “Family Sunday’s” down, it was time for an SEW wedding! Yup, our Senior Referee Dan and his now lovely wife April (also a fellow SEW trainee) got married on September 27th, and a few of the SEW Academy attended their reception as seen here
(L-R Myself, Ollie, April, Steve, Matt and Amy)
It was a great evening, the bride and groom looked outstandingly gorgeous, I saw possibly the best wedding cake I have ever seen, fantastic food, great company and booze a plenty. A great night to catch up with others I would normally see on my Sunday training sessions.
In actual fact the booze helped the evening go from this picture…..
To this picture…..
Basically Ollie trying to pin me on the dance floor while Senior Ref Dan (and groom) was counting the three (although I kicked out at two and a half 😉 )
Just a quick break in proceedings to shill some social media bits and bobs. I actually have a page on Facebook totally dedicated to this blog. It’s cunningly called “Diary Of A 30 Something Trainee Wrestler”, and you can find it at this link right here. I’d also like to plug mine and South East Wrestling social media too as I have your undivided attention. Click the links, have a gander and if you’re feeling particularly nice, maybe gives us a like and a follow too
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I’ll now hand you back over to your regularly scheduled reading material…..
Sunday October 2nd, the first session back after the break was rapidly approaching, and to say I was looking forward to it was an understatement. I was texting Dan C pretty much every day saying I can’t wait, whose driving etc, my wife was going crazy with the amount of times I was talking about it, and even Logan was telling me to “Be quiet you stupid idiot”. Ok maybe I was going overboard a bit, but I was excited goddamit!
Then, and please excuse my French, it all went tits up. My wife Donna suffers from ME or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. Basically if she overdoes anything physically it doesn’t just knock her for six, but pretty much a full ton. She was laid up in bed from Friday 30th Sep to the morning of Sunday 2nd October, training day. I had decided that I wasn’t going to risk leaving her for five to six hours just in case. Also add to the fact that it was Logan’s birthday party too and I didn’t want her to overdo it again just to be laid up for another day or two.
Yeah it wasn’t may fault but I felt like I let the SEW team down by not being there. I mean all I did was talk it up and when it came around I wasn’t there. First part of feeling guilty…..
So luckily Donna was fine by the end of that Sunday and I was now looking forward to one week later…..today in fact.
My working week flew by, helped that I had Wednesday 5th October off which is Logan’s actual birthday. To celebrate we went to Creams, which is a glorified ice cream parlour, and I have to admit I stuffed my face with so much ice cream, whipped cream, choclolate and anything else that I left there (rather slowly I might add due to the immense stomach that had appeared from my visit) feeling guilty again. I felt like I had to work this off before training otherwise I’ll need a bucket to carry around with me on the warm up. Feeling guilty number two…..
Which now leads me to today, and my third part of feeling guilty, the part that’s tipped me over the edge.
Everything was ok, had arranged with Dan C who was driving, pick up time and all that jazz, when Logan turned to me and said he wasn’t feeling too well. Quick check of his temperature and yup, he was burning up. Awesome, just we need. So I dosed him up with calpol (infants medicine for my across the pond fans), tried to get as much fluids in him as possible and hoped that this cold wouldn’t hit his chest.
Every year since he was born, between the middle of September and the end of November, Logan always picks up at least one cold. And they always seem to settle on his chest and it in turn becomes a chest infection. And unfortunately, it happened again.
3am and I hear him coughing his heart up, his lungs wheezing away. Bloody brilliant I thought, hoping that we wouldn’t be visiting A&E again this year. Luckily it calmed down but not to the point where he would let me out of his sight. When he gets ill, it’s me Logan wants. So I sit with him, read him stories, sometimes I cut promos with him, anything to keep him amused and keep his mind off how crappy he feels. And that’s what I’ve been doing all day. No training for me again, but as long as Logan is feeling ok, that’s the main thing.
And then I see what the boys and girls have been up to today in training. I start to feel that guilt all over again. Seeing them all working hard, helping each other through the drills and manoeuveres….
So I did what anyone in my position would do. I told my boss that I won’t be able to do any overtime on Thursday nights for the foreseeable future and I’m going to go to training on those nights instead.
I need to catch up to the others (if that’s at all possible, I mean there’s some students there that are frickin amazing), I need to show the others that I’m just as commited to the Academy as they are. I need to stop feeling guilty and the only way I know how is to attend the Thursday sessions, attend the Sunday sessions, bust my ass each and every occasion as I know I’ve been a bit slack a few times. I will work so damn hard that SEW managment will have no option but to put me on a show. Whether it’s in a managerial role, speaking role, or even as a jobber. Then and only then will I stop feeling guilty