Caffeine still kicking in....wait for it....:-)
I'm at it again, scoring some free wi-fi at yet another coffee shop,
on the cheap with my homemade pb&j, refueling my post-workout muscle fatigue.
Workout fatigue. what I'm supposed to be talking about here. But this new groovy shop & this John Mayer on the radio is distracting me. so here goes. Body Combat. Sub filling in for Robb. It's a chick. She's wrapping her hands with some cool bright orange boxing wraps. Reminds me, I need to be practicing my hand wrap technique, in case I'm not in too much pain to go to boxing class tomorrow. we shall see.
So this new chick...she's a powerhouse of energy, knows how to fight. Not like my female boxing intstructor at the other place, man she's wicked, but good. She also sings to the songs more than Robb, like, "Welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games...bring you to your..sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-knees,knees!!!.....you're all sexy girls, and one sexy boy!" (again, the only male is singled out, poor thing)
Her other fun comments and tips: "If you're standing in a pool of sweat, your shoes will make this nice squeak, best sound in the world!" On technique, the elbow strikes: aim for between the eyes, then down the nose." (Crack! aww, oops! what a pretty nose that was, too! oh well, you wouldn't want to smell me right now anyway) Muay Thai: "get down & dirty!!!"
Triple jabs forward - play with your opponent, tease him...
Hook - knock him out, then...
Snap-kick- Finish him off!!! hoooaaahhh!!!
Roundhouse kick w/back fist punch, BAM!
Jab-cross-hook, traveling triple jabs to the right, push him into the ropes,
"Boom, Boom, POW! What'd ya think of me now!!!"
As I get into the whole groove of things and start to flow with the fighting sequences, my mind and eyes wander, as usual, and I'm again critiquing my fellow fighters. (ok, maybe not as many fellows, but tough females...) I look for my toughest competition and analyze her form, finding the chink in her armor, her weak, soft spot...got it. It's this Asian girl next to me in the camouflage shorts & nice gloves. Obviously a weight lifter, reminds me of Lucy Liu on steroids. I'm trying not to stereotype or assume she's got some martial arts advantage just because of her eastern descendence, but not to worry. She's definitely more of a lifter than a fighter. yeah, her biceps are killer, she could pin me any day, but in the boxing ring, I think I could stop her wimpy punches and at least give her one good blast to the brain. (bring it on, Ronda Roussey!! i wish...)
Problem is, her arm comes across her face in a lazy follow-through, like she's pushing the fridge door closed, nuh-uh, girlfriend, gotta tighten that fist...if that were a real opponent at the end of that lazy swing - they'd get a gentle teddy bear nudge, gotta squeeze that fist on impact- make it explode into his skull! YAAAAAAAAAAHH!!
ok, minding my own business again.
Note to self: NEVER wear this particular shirt to Body Combat again. When soaked, dripping with sweat, I'm sorry, my weak-stomached friends, but whatever material this is made of, this thing reeks like, no kidding, like cat pee!!!! Sick! Gross! And now I gotta suffer through a whole hour of Body Flow in this stinkin thing, flowin in my stinkin zen-cloud of cat pee!!!! i know, i know, TMI....
(oh my gosh, one of the newscasters from WRAL TV-5 just walked in here in running shorts, he looks so much shorter & skinnier in real life, funny how the TV camera really makes you look 10 pounds heavier! I'm pretending not to stare...)
So my deep personal thoughts during Body Flow have now drifted out of the cat pee cloud and into a very analytical dissection of my genetic make-up, family history and spiritual renewal. But alas, where does the time go. Time to get the groceries and the kids. I"ll have to finish this later. I pinky-promise. :-)
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