see da bag?
see da bag shakin, cryin?
oh yeah.
da bag knows who's here. knows who's about to smash those 150 lbs. of sand over and over again, till it's swingin back n forth like it's in a friggin hurricane.
oh yeah.
i'd be weepin too.
cuz here i come.
but seriously folks. am i doing something wrong? am i NOT supposed to be hitting this bag so hard that it swings out at an angle of at least 45 degrees for the whole 3 minutes we're doing a hitting sequence? i don't get it. everyone else's bag is barely jiggling. am i supposed to be, like, conserving my energy instead of letting it all out at this thing like i've got a mega-ton of road rage that i've just got to let out on this poor thing? i dunno. that's why i ask. all i know is hitting that thing while constantly moving around it, keeping up the heart rate, mind in the fight, imagining i'm the beastliest of the beasts, oh it's fun. sooo fun. feels great. puts me in the mindset of ronda rousey when she says, "Some people like to call me cocky or arrogant, but I just think, How dare you assume I should think less of myself?" i just love that.
quick review, boxing class. led by the dude that just recently won a fight someplace around here. he's also about my age, which is encouraging. there's still hope for me..
so it's a "leg day" today, lots of squats and lunges. crazy planks, too. would've been fine, would've stayed in my mental "zone" all peachy if not for this grunter-groaner next to me yelling like a wildebeast. (do wildebeasts yell?) and i know i'm spelling wildebeast wrong, oh well. but the worst thing is, this grunter, groaner isn't a man, it's a woman!! girl is a kind of scary looking, hefty, tattooed, not in great shape, but bully-ish, i hate that type, and sports a "support your local fire dept." t-shirt, looks like she could be the anchor of a fire hose belay team. or sumthin. how do you concentrate on your planks and cat stretches when you've got that kind of noise bellowing in your ear? ugh.
good class otherwise. simple, fast-hitting punch sequences. he gave me some pointers on my "3,4"'s, (hooks), to keep it closed in more, rotate in the core, less arm movement, more pivot. makes sense. only one more complaint....on the last let-it-all-out sequence of 5,6's (upper cuts) at the end, he poured out a sermon on us, preaching to us about the evils of non-organic foods, plastic water bottles, and sugar. aw come on, man, i've seen you come into starbucks for the super-sugary, non-organic cinnamon coffee cake, mm-hmmmmm, yeah i see you..
oh well. great class anyway. now 2 days off till it's body combat class at the other gym. adios!!
