Kick-boxing --- my pent-up rage.
Today was an angry day.
As such, I felt that I needed to vent my anger in some way. So I went down to the school's weight room and practised kick-boxing for forty minutes or so ... Boy, did it feel good to kick the shit out of that punching bag!
I started off just kicking with a few jabs every once in a while ... I wanted to jab full-out, but I didn't have any gloves and the few bare-knuckle hits I took were painful. But Ethan found me some gloves and I went nuts.
(A crowd gathered and watched. Caitlin and Lyra then decided that I am Angelina Joliesque, and that I should box all the time "because it's hot" ... I don't care if it's hot. I just like it. --- I think that some of the people in my grade are now scared of me, including my gym teacher Ms. Brudon.)
I have a lot of pent-up rage. I'm very angry at myself for multiple reasons. Which is odd, because I am hardly ever angry. I can get frustrated, but not angry.
I'm a real idiot.
I miss kick-boxing. I used to box frequently. I also used to take wrestling and karate, but I stopped for whatever reason seemed the reason at the time.
I think that I want to start taking karate again.
Kick-boxing, if nothing else. I think I'll be spending a lot more time in the weight room.