Wine, food and a bit of country air? An offer I couldn’t refuse. This city girl would be there with boots on, hat in hand, stomach empty. Despite growing up in Wellington, I had never been to the wild Wairarapa, the wine country at the bottom of the North Island. It was the weekend of the local gem, Harvest Festival: a day celebrating the region’s best wine, eateries and country hospitality. Of course I was going (thanks for extending the invite, Connor, Maryam and Barbs!)
And so it begins again. A ten-week boxing fight camp: training to be fitter, faster and smarter. Sweating it out with the crew, and yarning post-training about our ailments, goals, struggles and goss. I’m back again to hit harder, to get hit a little less and to (potentially, probably) fight at the end of it.