Time to get back to the gym, fight the herds of New Year Resolutionists, fight for my spot among the other Mad Cary Moms in Body Combat class, with just the right view of the instructor in one direction, and the front and side mirrors in the other directions. time to Fight!! I'm coming up to two years of attending this class, so instead of boring you with too many details of the play-by-play action, I thought I'd write you a little poem instead. here goes...
(remember, this is a class choreographed to music, so be sure to keep a steady beat while reading this poem, like the beat just dropped in the pounding rock music-filled room)
Body Combat, here we go
get in place now don't be slow
guard up, fighter's stance
imaginary opponents don't stand a chance
warm-up track, boxing beat
a little stretch, move those feet
jab-cross-jab, i'm getting warm,
off with layers, work on form
Spit Fire's the name of the next little ditty
Thighs on fire, it ain't pretty
Capoeira cobra, ginga, esquiva,
them lunges make me wanna heave-uh!!
Taekwondo next, What's Love Got to Do With it?
Decoy-switch, strike, and a fast back kick
Feelin my ninja rising within
Dare ya to fight me, i'll kick your shin!
(i know, i know, my rhythm's off, my poetry sounds like it comes from a sloth!!)
my other favorite, Muay Thai
relentless knee strikes, hands go high
grab that opponent around the neck
smash his head to the knee like heck!
then elbow strikes, descending first
close that gap, make that poor guy hurt!
ascending strikes, whip him good
elbows piercing like a fighter should
boxing again, tighten fists
helps me strengthen these creaky wrists
helps me when i play guitar
music or madness, these fists go far.
push-ups, ab-work, then cool-down song:
There Goes a Fighter. can't go wrong.
here's the lyrics of that great combat ender,
and that only rhymes with fender bender.
here goes: There Goes a Fighter (by Gym Class Heroes)
Just wakin up in the morning
And to be well,
Quite honest with ya,
I ain't really sleep well
Ya ever feel like your train a thoughts been derailed?
That's when you press on- Lee nails
Half the population's just waitin to see me fail
Yeah right, you're better off tryina freeze hell
Some of us do it for the females
And others do it for the retails
But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on
Everytime you fall its only making your chin strong
And I'll be in your corner like Mick baby, til the end
Or when you hear the song from that big lady
Pre-chorus:
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya'll?
Chorus (Ryan Tedder):
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live-life-til-we're-dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
Verse 2:
And if I can last thirty rounds
There's no reason you should ever have your head down
Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds
Hailing from rock bottom, loserville, nothing town
Text book version of the kid going nowhere fast
And now im yelling kiss my ass,
it's gonna take a couple right hooks a few left jabs
for you to recognize that you really aint got it bad
Pre-chorus:
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya'll?
Chorus (Ryan Tedder):
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live- life- til- we're- dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
And to be well,
Quite honest with ya,
I ain't really sleep well
Ya ever feel like your train a thoughts been derailed?
That's when you press on- Lee nails
Half the population's just waitin to see me fail
Yeah right, you're better off tryina freeze hell
Some of us do it for the females
And others do it for the retails
But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on
Everytime you fall its only making your chin strong
And I'll be in your corner like Mick baby, til the end
Or when you hear the song from that big lady
Pre-chorus:
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya'll?
Chorus (Ryan Tedder):
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live-life-til-we're-dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
Verse 2:
And if I can last thirty rounds
There's no reason you should ever have your head down
Six foot five, two hundred and twenty pounds
Hailing from rock bottom, loserville, nothing town
Text book version of the kid going nowhere fast
And now im yelling kiss my ass,
it's gonna take a couple right hooks a few left jabs
for you to recognize that you really aint got it bad
Pre-chorus:
Until the referee rings the bell
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do ya'll?
Chorus (Ryan Tedder):
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live- life- til- we're- dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
Bridge:
Everybody put yo hands up
What we gonna do? (x7) ya'll
If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)
And when your bones can't take no more (c'mon)
Just remember what you're here for
Cuz I know imma damn sure
Chorus:
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live- life- til- we're- dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
Till the referee rings the bell
Till both ya eyes start to swell
Till the crowd goes home,
What we gonna do kid?
Everybody put yo hands up
What we gonna do? (x7) ya'll
If you fall pick yourself up off the floor (get up)
And when your bones can't take no more (c'mon)
Just remember what you're here for
Cuz I know imma damn sure
Chorus:
Give em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live- life- til- we're- dead.
Give me scars, give me pain
Then they'll say to me, say to me, say to me
There goes a fighter, there goes a fighter
Here comes a fighter
That's what they'll say to me, say to me
Say to me, this one's a fighter
Till the referee rings the bell
Till both ya eyes start to swell
Till the crowd goes home,
What we gonna do kid?
MCCOY, TRAVIS / LUMUMBA-KASONGO, DISASHI / MCGINLEY, MATTHEW / ROBERTS, ERIC / TEDDER, RYAN / ZANCANELLA, NOEL)
ok, so i guess you had to be there...lyrics always sound best in the music, not on the page.
but anyway...
I summarize by saying that was a great first Body Combat work-out of 2015. My only regret, my only unsatisfied desire, that slight hunger, a gnawing for more...is that i wish i could've been smashing some heavy bags for part of it. yeah, i guess i'll need to hit up my boxing gym soon to satisfy that urge. they do good interval training workouts, and i like mixing things up like that, keep the body guessing. But for us crazy musical lunatics who just THRIVE on having music in my brain and ears constantly...i came up with an idea. i'm sure it's already been done out there on youtube someplace, but.... i need to make my own body combat video, though i'd call it something else, of course, where i incorporate both choreographed mixed martial arts moves with NO equipment or gloves, interspersed with tracks of hitting the bags with boxing gloves, also choreographed to music. Only problem is, when i hit the bags, i hit them so hard that they swing a lot (not bragging here, just sayin) and that makes it hard to hit them to a constant beat, so i'm always having to work my way around the bag, hitting the opposite side, hitting real hard and fast and then stopping to retrieve the bag or hold it still again. ok i'm thinking out loud here, i'll also need to buy a serious bag and find a place to hang it in the house for filming .. and i'll call it...i'll call it...ummm, i'll figure out something.
till next time, find the sport that fuels your fury and make this your best year of fitness ever!!!
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