I recently went to a Kickboxing class. Silly me thought it would be like one of those kinda boring zumba classes where we all pretend we are kicking as hard as we can or something.
This girl was in a building with a boxing ring.
I touched it and everything.
We were told to wash our feet, put on real boxing gloves and start beating the crap out of a real boxing swingy thingy.
I don’t even know what those are called because I’ve never seen one before!
It’s a day later and i can’t move.
I hadn’t been kicking very hard because there I wanted to get the form down but oh my god.
I’m walking like I sat on a horse.
Right after class I felt so free and powerful. Like I could do anything. Be anything!!!
ME. I was ME and I was punching things and feeling my heart beating and breathing like I imagined women in labor breathe because I was giving birth to myself!
With all its tendons and blood rushing and smells
with all its aches and pains
I explored my body. I saw it as a moving machine with moveable parts all squirting and turning
and I can’t seem to move faster than a turtle shuffle
It was either swimming or this, and if I can’t afford to join a gym with a pool, I’m doing this!!!