Thursday night training is TOUGH- we have to do these sit ups while punching up into the other person's gloves. I'm convinced there is no way I can do that I can't do a full situp still so I just do them half way most of the time - but Christina tells me I will be fine, and shock horror I am! I manage all three sets with only minimal whingeing.

I realise I have been so self absorbed in finding an opponent, in getting myself fit, in gaining confidence that I haven't even noticed that numbers have started to dwindle at training a bit.

I've spent the last couple of weeks beating myself up about my performance and feeling like I'm glaringly awful compared to everyone else, it's nice to know I can keep up and hold my own - even in the hideous side planks.

Boxing For Buhinga: The Fight Club Diaries. Week 13 This week is all about motivation, motivation, motivation. Struggling to maintain it would be an ...

Tonight is my second session at the new gym - and also the one I'm going to be meeting my potential opponent at.

Thursday night is my first class at the new boxing gym - crikey it makes the dreaded warm up at the other place look like a walk in the park.

Exciting news is that the bike I've been waiting an entire six weeks of Cycle-to-Work-Scheme admin for is now ready for me to collect. Am akin to small child in levels of excitement. To be fair my bike is bright red, with cream wheels and a basket - you would also be excited.

Monday is miserable- not only is it Monday, but it's chucking it down with rain. It's chucking it down AND I have to go to the gym. I have to go to the gym AND this week's challenge is "how many burpees can you do in 60 seconds?". It's "how many burpees can you do in 60 seconds?" WHILE BEING FILMED. Lush. Oh and yes the video ends up on Facebook.

On Tuesday for some reason Jacek our trainer thinks it's pertinent to mention that each time you get punched in the head a few of your brain cells die. Lovely. A few of mine reach the end of the line when Lora punches me right on the nose.

It's official, I have passed the point of no return, I have purchased a mouthguard. Boyfriend looks horrified at my attempt to mould it, which involves hot water, melty rubber in your mouth and drooling. I know, you're jealous aren't you?

Not a weekly update today but rather a plea out to the world (if anyone is out there? hello?) A minor disaster has befallen the female contingent of the Boxing for Buhinga team - in that Lora has had to drop out of fight night!

his week we're doing more sparring and everything has stepped up a notch. We learn the second rule of boxing club - which is "stop bloody saying sorry". For some reason our girliness is hard-wired and we can't help but apologise or giggle when we actually connect a punch.

After a (mildly disturbing - how times HAVE changed) weekend involving tough gym sessions on Friday night, Saturday morning AND Bank Holiday Monday - Lora and I are off on our long-awaited girls' holiday this week - Rich has dubbed it the "Mykonos Training Camp".

Training is tough - though the warm up doesn't feel quite so bad as usual, and I manage to do the plank from elbows to hand thing once or twice so I feel quite smug - Simon the Merciless is right, I am gradually getting a little bit fitter.

As a 31-year-old, size 14 (recently 16), un-sporty, office-bound ecommerce operations manager I've signed myself (and my skinny hedge fund analyst friend Lora) up to a white collar boxing event in November this year.

What do you do when your friend tells you they're organising a charity white collar boxing event?

What do you do when your friend tells you they're organising a charity white collar boxing event? As a 31-year-old, size 14 (recently 16), un-sporty, office-bound ecommerce operations manager I've signed myself (and my skinny hedge fund analyst friend Lora) up to a white collar boxing event in November this year.