It's official. I've been committed. to the sport of boxing. or at least boxing training. Plunked down the money this morning, took another class. got the card.
Was afraid to get out of the car when i first pulled up. saw some big guys in the window, warming up with the bags. a few chicks with attitude, one with gloriously colorful tatoos all over her back. hmmm, maybe that's what i need next, some tatoos. make me look tough.
what the heck am i doing here, i mutter to myself as i sheepishly walk towards the door, comparing my skinny/flabby frame to those muscle-bound creatures inside. i can do this...
the instructor is a woman. a tough one. she kindly helps me wrap up my hands, though i know i need to start doing that on my own soon...baby steps, baby steps...
i'm a bit confused as to where to plant myself as the warm-ups begin, and i end up hogging the space and the bag of someone else, bumping him over to a different corner. oops, sorry! i know how territorial people can be in fitness classes, marking their spot like a dog and growling if anyone dare steps into it. this guy i just bumped looks like he might be from Taiwan, he might know muay thai!! ohpleaseohpleaseohplease dont' elbow-strike me for stealing your bag, i didn't mean it, really!!
miss teacher gives the instructions for each timed drill, says go, and as the others start pounding into their bags i'm still standing there, uh duhhhh, teacher? could you come here & explain that combo again? fortunately she's got lots of patience and breaks down the moves for me: jab, cross,hook,cross, hook,cross,kick, kick. got it. till she switches it up again, adding elbow blocks, upper cuts, upper & lower hooks, etc.
partner speed drills. choose a partner. uhh, awkward...feel like i'm in grade school on the wall picking teams for kickball. am finally chosen by this........kid. like last week, one of us sprints across the room, does a punch-kick-push-up combo at the bags on the other side, then runs back & tags the other. over & over. I am getting sooooo winded, but this "kid" seems determined to beat the other "teams", so i give it my all. we actually do win a couple rounds. woot! woot! of course he's got, like, 6-foot legs so when he does the bear crawl he makes it across the room in about 2 steps while it takes me about 20 little squirrel paddles.
more glove work, then conditioning with speed balls, dumbells, kettle balls, then ab work, on the floor, on our backs: 120 counts of flutter kicks, counting out loud. 4 kicks per count = 120x4= 500 flutter kicks, right? "yes!" scream my abs. still no 6-pack down there, darn it.
so i'm excited. love adding this to my "repertoire" of working out. produces pain for about 60 minutes, but very satisfying, feels great when it's over with. and once you get into the "zen" of punching that bag correctly, and she does play some great hard rock music in the background so that helps, then it becomes a rather soulful experience as well. get out that anger. punch away that frustration. hammer out that pain and give it to the bag. it can handle it.
my car thinks i'm a slob. nawwww, i'm just...i'm just...very focused, and mobile. yeah, that's it.
post-workout snack: froot loops & black coffee. because i like it like that.
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