Master is Different Cat

Its 1:35 AM and I'm still awake. I struggle with insomnia often. Its surprising sometimes I have as much energy as I do to work out so much. Mostly it is that I cannot quiet my mind.

When I was in Costa Rica, Sasa once told me, "Master is different cat." I never understood it at the time. I think I do, now.

A recent e-mail from Sasa (my mentor, trainer, and co-founder of our Martial Arts gym):

HOLA ROMA , DO NOT BE SEAD LIFE IS GREAT , changese happening every second and we cannot bring back a past no mether how great it was but we can ahve great present lesrning from our past, you remmember MASTER IS DEFFERENT CAT , and Im gatting there. Im probobly goning tommorow to look for GOLD agin YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS, AKCION GRRRRRRRRRRR , So head up smoke one and paint tha is greattrip .MAHI , MAHI ask about you he is groing his hair long for you only sides Girl think about it and write me back yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee SASA

Haha! Sasa is a great guy. And for reference sake, "Mahi Mahi" is the nickname of this tico who worked at Roca Verde and claimed he was totally in love with me. Sasa just loves to give me shit about it. Apparently...STILL!

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This morning:
10AM: ground and pound
11AM: mitt work
12PM: kickboxing sparring

Around 4:30 pm Jory, Travis, and I drove up to Hamilton. We thought we were late, but the 5 pm class got canceled. Instead I got to see Brandon's pot dispensary shop.

Training there was a LOT of fun! I put together everything to try a little MMA with Brandon and if felt amazing. I need to do this more often. I like his teaching style also. Plus I got to see Amanda again.
I was dead tired by 9pm. Jory drove us back and I fell asleep a little bit in the back seat.

Came home...ate...and now I'm just unable to get to bed yet.