Whappity whappity whap
Okay, since I have been whinging a lot recently, today I have to share with you something really cool.
This morning my trainer at the gym decided to do some boxing with me. He figured out pretty quickly that I'm a neophile, so we've been doing a lot of different stuff. Ten different ways to exercise the same muscle, that sort of thing. And today: boxing. Left and right jabs and then hooks. He had big pads on his hands and I had on boxing gloves. Bam! Bam! On my toes jab jab jab! Shoulders up, hands up, bam!
My very own Giles. Well, except nearly 20 years younger than I am, and a tall weedy American with no tweed in sight. But still! I pummeled him. It was awesome. Next he'll be throwing rubber balls at my head.
This morning my trainer at the gym decided to do some boxing with me. He figured out pretty quickly that I'm a neophile, so we've been doing a lot of different stuff. Ten different ways to exercise the same muscle, that sort of thing. And today: boxing. Left and right jabs and then hooks. He had big pads on his hands and I had on boxing gloves. Bam! Bam! On my toes jab jab jab! Shoulders up, hands up, bam!
My very own Giles. Well, except nearly 20 years younger than I am, and a tall weedy American with no tweed in sight. But still! I pummeled him. It was awesome. Next he'll be throwing rubber balls at my head.