Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Phew, I am punched out. Seriously, my arms are so knackered that I'm typing this up with my nose (and disconcertingly there seem to be fewer typos). Tonight I had to spar with the Amazon.
Dum, dum, duuuuuuuum!
Like all members of my boxercise class, the Amazon is a really a lovely lady. She's also tall and blonde with muscles that could crack nuts, and boy oh boy does she swing a mean right hook. Just holding pads up takes up half your energy! But, there's nothing more motivating than being partnered up with someone who can dish out the hits and never stop. I tried to match her incredible power ... or, not quite match because that's a bit too ambitious, but I certainly gave my all; even now, two hours later my right arm is wobbling all over the place.
It was great fun and a furiously sweaty workout where all the stresses of the day got punched away. Plus it must have done my arms some good - even if they are now purely decorative.