float and sting

Next time I go to my Thursday morning Body Combat class, I think I'd better swing by my friendly Starbucks drive-thru for a quad-shot pumpkin spice latte first. Yesterday morning I was so pumped about finally getting the morning off from work so I could attend class, so feeling the fierce, beast juice in my soul, ready to fight, but apparently my body was still asleep during the first boxing track. We were galloping to the front mirror doing this boxing warm-up and suddenly I tripped over my feet and went cartwheeling through the air, caught my image in the mirror of a spastic donkey with her dukes up and cracked up in pure hilarity and embarrassment. Fortunately I barely caught myself from splatting across the floor, though no one said a thing, except for kindly Rob's "you ok, love?" in his funny, slightly British accent. I was more careful after that. Definitely need more caffeine next time to help me float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Needed to sprinkle these clumsy feet with the holy water of a 5-shot espresso.

 

 

 

 

So we did a fun mixture of boxing, capoeira (ginga & esquivas) and karate. In the karate track, we learned this cool "creeping" move that took some coordination: creeping forward in sort of a crouch position, arms moving through guard positions with each step, then snap-kicking back and front. hiii-yah!!! Made me feel like one of my kitty-cats back home, only in a sleek black ninja suit instead of their furry ginger-ness. Meow!!'

"You're looking real bad-***, Mad Cary Moms!!!" came the heartfelt compliment of Mr. Rob.

Worked on our speed jabs and power hooks, me still trying to stay on my feet and not make an idiot out of myself again.

 

Love this class. Gets the FIGHT out of me. Now my boxing club is going to start a fight team, dividing into weight classes. I'm wondering if chicks are welcome. I'm only curious, of course. Just asking for a friend.

Speaking of fighting, the phrase "Fight, Flight, or Freeze" came up during my "expensive conversation" I had with someone this morning. When faced with extreme difficulty or terror, our response tends to fall into one of those three "F" words. For me, I am now moving a little more into the "fight" mode, thanks to these classes I'm taking. But I also spend plenty of time in the "flight" mode, where I revert to escapism to avoid my problems by indulging in excessive music, art, humor, exercise or even working too much. The third, "freeze" mode, is something I've done for much too long. My method of "freezing" involves pasting on a happy mommy face, pretending everything's fine, going through the motions, agreeing with everyone when really inside I want to shout and argue, keeping quiet when I want to roar like Katy Perry, that sort of thing.

So what's the answer to the problem, or the correct way to respond? That's what I'm working on. This life is my school. my struggle bus. I'm riding it, drinking my pumpking spice lattes, and throwing a few punches now & then.

that's all for now!

:-)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don't know where to go
I don't know what to feel
I don't know how to cry
I don't know ow ow why

 

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