I was made for many things; writing, sarcasm, drinking expensive white wine... Boxing is not on my list. It's not even close.
Regardless, my destiny now being in the hands of the lovely team at Zest I learned (late last week when it was too late to get out of it) that I would be boxing my way to slimness this week, which meant I needed to figure out my jab squats from my hook stretches (wtf?!), and pretty sharpish too.
Warming up with star jumps and knee raises made me feel like I was in gym class again. Not knowing what I was doing, my housemate was in charge of directing me which meant that she was helpfully commenting on where I was going wrong (a lot) telling me to "engage my abs more" (still unsure I was doing this right).
The jab squats are easy to pick up and exhausting after a while which I took as a great sign. The basic one-twos and hook stretches were fun, even if I did look like I belonged in some bizarre, deleted scenes of Fight club.
Knee tucks made my abs hurt like no crunch class ever has - I'm definitely going to keep those up, but the touch press ups nearly killed me (why oh why does everyone try to make me do press ups or the plank?! I'm sure it's very good for me but then so are sprouts and I never got into those no matter how much older I've got! Vile...)
I finished feeling pretty ready for anything but my flatmate's uncontrollable laughter confirmed that I probably looked more Breakfast club than Fight club...
PS that picture is not me. Clearly. That is how I would like to look whilst boxing…
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