My Ted Baker, black shoes slip off and are parked by my front door. I make my way upstairs to my bedroom. The Mont Blanc pen is pushed back into its sheath. I undrape my Louis Vuitton work bag off my shoulder, and throw it onto my bed. Temperature rising. It’s been a long hard day. Left hand reaches up, wrapping around the knot of my Dior tie. The knot comes undone and I proceed to undress. The Armani jacket, slips off. I slink out of my trousers.
The Zara, slim fit, clean, lean, white shirt, unbuttoned and open, peels off my skin. Tag Heuer watch uncuffed, brushes hastily against my left wrist. Then my black Gucci ring, sliding down my finger.
I’m impatient. My heart starts to beat faster in anticipation of whats to come. I reach for my Sprawl shorts, which slide on with ease. I throw a black nylon Y3 jacket onto my back, signalling the time to sweat. Hand reaches for my Louis Vuitton gym bag. Deep within the walls of the bag, I’ll find my skip rope, my sparring gloves and my weight belt. I go downstairs. Roughly pulling on my Nike Free 3.0 sprint shoes. The climax of a work day signals the coming of a hard training session.