Just thought I'd let you know. Can't cry during my workout, but...ouchy! My fellow boxing student couldn't make practice today, so it was me and the Rev. I hit some good punches. Muttering nasty things about people I dislike helped a lot. And realizing that I'm ambidextrous when I box helped, too. It shows up in strange places. Do you think that explains my inability to remember left from right without thinking about it (really hard)? Damn, I got a good hook. Left or right. Gotta work on that upper cut, now.
I'm off to a hot shower. These bones are getting old. I'm proud of the bruise on my left knuckle (call me quaint, biatch) and the scrapes on both hands (take that, smirking student). I can't wait for next Monday.
Neal countdown: 65 hours. Woohoo!
5 comments:
So does this mean you are good enough to win in a down and dirty bar fight?
Maybe we could start our own Stitch 'n' Bitch Rollergirl team and you could really use your new skillz!
OMG, the Rev wants to coach a Roller Derby team SO MUCH! Duke City Derby is having a recruiting meeting on Sat. at 9 at Joe's on Vassar. I can't make it (big dinner date w/Neal!), but I'd be into that!
I think I could hold my own in a bar fight! For a few seconds, anyhow!!
Oh sure, the old "beaver in the meadow excuse"
Ouchie don't hurt your knuckles too much! On the other hand boxing is definitely a PoMo Golightly thing to do. Maybe some of that Israeli Army Martial Arts stuff too.
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