Wednesday 13th January
Ha! I’m back! You thought you’d got rid of me, etc etc.
Wednesday meant boxercise, and dragging my failing, bloated frame through 60 minutes of punching, blocking, running, upsitting and wretching violently.
It was packed, with all the New Year Resolution types. This meant that, when the group was spit into pads and gloves, the pads were stood for a good twenty minutes due to disorganisation on behalf of the instructor. This caused my shoulders to seize up, leaving me only able to punch like a kitten.
There is one woman there, who is all of five feet tall, and probably about seven stone wringing wet, but taking one of her punches on the pads is like being run over by a particularly fast train. I’d forgotten this, and was nearly dropped on my arse due to my lack of preparedness.
Morale of the story: women are violent.
