Boxing Day

Tuesdays at lunch I take a boxing class at my gym. Nothing complicated, no sparring, just a good honest workout where you get to take out some of your agression on a poor blue punching bag. I don't take it too seriously, unlike some of the others at my gym. I am usually the only, or one of the only, girls in the class...and today was no exception, I was surrounded by about six guys who seemed to take their boxing workout a tad too seriously. After 5 minutes jumping rope our instructor told us to go right into the "classic" 4 combination on the bag. Since I couldn't remember what that was, I just started punching in a seemingly organized fashion, while simultaneously shuffling around the bag like the other guys were doing. Since my arms felt like they were going to fall off and I was sweating profusingly, I wasn't terribly concerned whether or not I was doing it correctly. Unfortunately, the guy next to me was in fact concerned about whether or not I was doing it correctly. He asked me on numerous occasions whether or not I had taken a boxing class before, I answered yes each time, but I don't think he heard me over his loud grunting and yelling. The instructor proceeded with the class and gave me a bit more guidance, so I got the combination down to some degree. Really, all I cared about was getting a good workout, which I did, and since I don't plan on getting in the ring with (insert champion boxer here), I didn't really care about the strategy and all the manuevering. Why in the world do some people take things like that so seriously. I mean, if we were in a boxing gym, that'd be one thing...but this uncoordinated fellow next to me seemed almost offended at the fact that I was having fun.

My workout tonight will be a polar opposite to the one today. I've signed up for an upper level four week workshop at the Yoga Institute in Seattle. Hopefully it'll be less competitive.

Jen