Fast car, black coffee, very loud guns n roses' welcome to the jungle ....getting pumped for the fight. Body Combat class, that is. More later. I am ready. Bring it on.
Awkward locker room moment : woman compliments the "cute sassy skirt-thing" i'm still wearing just as i'm about to...um, put on my towel. #thanksnowGETOUT!!! Sorry. Just made me laugh.More later. Having fun on my day off!!!
Why izzit...I seem to do my best writing in the car? in this mess, closed in, music playing, no other distractions.
So Body Combat class. Nothing new or earth-shaking, just a few observations as my mind is free to take off on an adventure during my most favoritest hour of the week.
Warm-up, boxing moves combined with lots of cardio footwork, get the heart pumping. On the half-jacks, when we're doing our criss-cross jumps that make our upper half all jiggly, Robb makes the usual comment, the very same comment he says Every. Single. Time. And that's about how we're welcome to cross our arms over our chest if we want, but don't worry, "it's not gonna change my world a bit" I don't know why but for some reason this always just makes me crack up. Maybe it's because I'm working so hard at getting into my fierce, concentrated fighter zone, but whatever it is, even though he says it Every. Single. Time. (just to make sure all female participants are aware of his gender preference so they don't try stalking him, I guess, i mean, plllease...) ...it still has me face down, staring at the floor to try to cover up the crazed, face-splitting grin of a giggle I've got going on, that just gets worse the harder I try to hold it in. Doesn't make sense. I'm usually 99.99999% in control at concealing what I'm really feeling behind a quiet, neutral poker-face. Things just slide by me; I'm unaffected. (seemingly) But every now and then...like in this class when I'm trying so hard to keep in the RAGE I'm feeling during these fighting tracks...every now and then I get thrown off by a silly joke nobody else even thinks is funny, but I'm practically doubling over, laughing till my sides hurt and milk is spurting out my nostrils and I can't breathe and there's no sound coming out of me for ten minutes.. I love that kind of a good laugh, normally. Reminds me of my dad. He's a very quiet person too, and usually he'll sit all stoic-like at dinner time and not say a word, not participating in the wacky conversations our crazy family of 7 used to have, when all of a sudden he'd start smirking, then doing this silent shaking laugh till the tears are streaming down his face, still no sound, and when we'd ask him to tell us the random joke that just came to his mind while we were talking about something else, it was way more hilarious just to watch him try to retell it, struggling, while still laughing out of control, than the joke was itself.
I have other emotions that hit me like that, too. When I'm least expecting it. I don't go around looking for trouble, but when it finds me, my world stops.
But back to BC.
My favorite kick track: Drummer Boy. We stand on one leg in the beginning, other leg extended to the side, thighs shaking, during this long intro, as Alesha Dixon and her band yell....
"I think I need a better drummerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" " Say what?" "I said, I think I need a better drummerrrrrrrr!!!!!" " Ho!" (watch the body combat video here...hope it works..)
http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=i%20need%20a%20drummer%20boy%20body%20combat&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCsQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D2nLCz6UHhNo&ei=H-R7UsDaA4r4kQfvqIHQDg&usg=AFQjCNGVQCOE7zcTYadgWqmWjAeSG5mGew&sig2=APQQfxe-vAkadn3zvmvT1w&bvm=bv.56146854,d.eW0
Another favorite, the muay thai track to "Speed". Like the above video, I know I've posted this one before, but it's still cool...
http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=speed%20body%20combat%20&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CCkQFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DRF_eZy5bGlk&ei=LeV7Ur6VLJCqkAeE04HoAQ&usg=AFQjCNEQ48317M8pXGVyyenQhM6-UNFsZg&sig2=4b8PtROV2vmTaN9lq5kvkw&bvm=bv.56146854,d.eW0
I love this song "speed", but today I'm feeling I need something stronger, wilder, to keep up with my inner demons that are flying around this gym...
Instructor's helpful hints on the elbow strikes: "keep the hands relaxed, picture yourself drawing an 'X' across your opponent's face with your elbows." and "Cut him open!!!!!" well said, Robb.
Big highlight of class- the jump kicks. He breaks them down, explaining them well, and assures us it's ok to just step and kick, and many people do just that. But to me, these jump kicks are like the stuff dreams are made of, so I'm all into it. Having to pace myself though, getting out of breath after a few big ones. Would reeeeeeeeeeeeeally love to do one of these at work sometime... (did I just say that? my bad...)
Another funny moment that gives me the giggles- Class splits in 2, facing each other. Boxing moves traveling towards each other at the center and then jogging back. I'm behind this big mirrored pillar holding up the ceiling. We're doing right and left hooks, and every time I lean right to hook right, the chick facing me on the other side of the pillar leans that way too, then left and she pops out the other side like a game of peek-a-boo with a baby and I don't even know this girl but we're supposed to be taking this seriously but this game is making me giddy all over again...awkward..put on poker face, back into fight mode...
I guess it's just one of those introvert things. Concealing the emotions, having an awareness of our environment without showing it. usually. Like the proverbial teacher who has "eyes on the back of her head" we can perceive stuff/people around us without looking at them. Then other times I am as blind and oblivious as a bat without radar, scrambling furiously to find my sunglasses that are on top of my head.
And if you're still reading this, congratulations, this is just a silly mind-burp of silly junk I noticed today. Deeper stuff to come, later. :)
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