A new day, a new me part 8
And on we go to part 8 Waking up to a cold bed is one thing, waking up with your Father opening your door at five thirty in the morning when you still have an hour left for sleep is not the most joyous ways to wake up. I look over to my Dad and see him wave me up and out of bed, he’s got his workout clothes on and I figure I’d better follow suit. I quickly get up and dress as he leaves the doorway. I get out to the ‘garage’, Dad converted it to a gym/fight room and by the time I get in he’s got pads on. I gear up for the onslaught and get on the mat across from him. “Explain something to me boy,” Dad starts in with …