You know that boxing class I bought my youngest child for his birthday? Well, I joined in and although it nearly killed me we had a great time training together. Then I booked a few more for him and got my daughter (much to his horror) to join in as well. I knew she’d love it and I really want her to do it – great for her fitness and also for self defense if ever required. We have now had 3 lessons together and have already turned into Ninjas. I keep wanting to high kick the first person I see in the street and shout “HAAA YAAAA” in manner of Miss Piggy.
What a shame I didn’t discover kick boxing in my youth. Brilliant exercise and such fun; but now I’m too old to be any good at it and I’ve already got injuries. My arms are so weak they make little “poof” noises when they hit the punchbag and after several minutes of double punches I want to be sick. What is more, it was a HUGE relief to me that during the skip-as-fast-as-you-can drills he makes us do regularly that everything stayed (internally) where it should. I am thinking about mentioning to the gorgeous young male 30 something fit instructor that he should avoid AT ALL COSTS getting middle aged women who have produced three children naturally (if you can call it that) to jump up and down on the spot furiously for 10 minutes. It’s just asking for trouble – a small pool of wee is a probable outcome but a full on uterus ejection is also entirely possible.
Anyway, yesterday when we each had 5 minutes with him in the ring at the end, he stopped me after about 3 minutes and said to my children “now, here is an interesting example of what I mean when I told you that I want you to start developing your own fighting style. Unlike you two, your mother is maintaining control of the centre and I’m having to move around to stay out of her way – she has a far more aggressive style of fighting than you two – did you know your mother had such an aggressive streak in her?” and they both make faces at him that say, (if there were little bubbles above their heads) “does the pope shit in the woods and would he mind just popping out and calling the social services quickly before they have to leave with me and get beaten to a pulp later on”.
How odd that this should come as a total revelation to me. Up until now I have never ever punched anyone and I certainly didn’t think I could throw a reasonable punch. I did try and explain that there was a lot of shit going on in my life at the moment and perhaps that was why I was enjoying taking my aggression out on him and/or the punch bag. He thinks I should keep coming back. He thinks its very good for me to beat the shit out of something. Some might call it therapy.
Back soon to tell a rather awful story about what happened next.
Anna
July 19, 2011Kickboxing is pretty cool, but it’s hard. You are obviously in good shape. And the whole “from the center thing” just goes to show how beneficial Pilates is. It’s not about young or old, it’s about training properly.
Family Affairs
July 19, 2011So not in pretty good shape. Don’t really do the cardiovascular stuff very often so it’s good for me. Maybe though there is some truth in the inner core stuff – at least my pelvic floor muscles didn’t desert me in my hour of need! Lx
Eclipse
July 20, 2011Awesome! I always wanted to do it when I was a teen, just it was a tad expensive. I would try again but I found pole dancing instead, which gives me more than enough bruises… and before you get the wrong idea I do it just for fun 🙂 You should keep going back by the sounds of it… maybe stick faces of people you want to punch on the punchbag 🙂
Family Affairs
July 20, 2011Yes, might keep going back for a minute x