So, this whole boxing thing.

Those of you who've spent any time with me in the past few weeks will be slightly sick of me talking about my upcoming boxing match. Yep. I'm donning gloves and getting in the ring and (hopefully) punching a girl in the ribs.

But I'm aware some people don't really...see it in me. Firstly, I'm a girl (#HeForShe though innit) and I guess I can't pretend I'm considered tough stuff.  God I cry at most things that happen ever. I train down at AFK Kickboxing at Knox by the old Niche nightclub. Not gonna lie, the gym looks like something out of an 80s fighting film and stepping through that door, I've never felt more intimidated in my adult life. However, 18 months down the line I have this unexpected love for punching people and I train with some pretty wonderful guys.

I signed up to take part in this match around 6 weeks ago, "It's for charity" I thought, "It'll ease me in." Yeah well that pink fluffy cloud soon dissolved. Turns out my seemingly unimportant charity match is being taken rather seriously and in some of my training sessions, I've been pushed to my limits. Nevertheless, this whole thing couldn't be at a better time. When I found out Maldini would be no more, I was on the edge of tears for days and though I swore I'd never ever cry at AFK, I did. Twice in one week. But it's helped me re-focus my mind, vent frustration and ultimately given me a new goal to reach in the short term whilst I figure shit out. Yes yes yes, another "fitness is a metaphor for life" style comment. (Bangs And A Bun is a fit chick blogger who got me on that bandwagon, check her out.)

In five days I'm going into a ring with lights and an audience and stuff. Ha! This is hilarious! You should probably come witness it. If you've never been to a full contact fight, it's an interesting night out and everyone should give it a go. (It's babe city too, ladies). If watching people take multiple kicks to the face isn't your thing, but you'd like to have a go yourself, definitely pop down to a class. Hey, come with me and I'll partner with you. Class timetable here.

On a serious note to close, the bit I'm most looking forward to is having my trainers and gym mates ringside, cheering me on and looking out for me. Most of them probably don't even know I'm having a bit of a life crisis at the moment, but they are - albeit, unknowingly - supporting me through it. So thanks. You're a bunch of babes.