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!
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.
You box too? Now I’m really nervous…I better get this right. And woot woot on the Neal countdown.