Boxing Boot Camp
I had a dream few days ago about a family member being kidnapped and being conned into having fake guns as a test by the gangsters.
Moral of the dream: I must go learn self-defense so that I won't feel as helpless and weak as I did in that dream. I want to be able to roundhouse kick someone just like in the movies you watch of badass girls.
Anyways, that was kind of a digression from my title: boxing boot camp
Every Monday I look forward to this class at my gym because the instructor is so good at making you push yourself. You know the instructor is good if the class is disgustingly filled up! Every time I take this class, I am sore for two days. And the best part is that the workouts differ just a little each time.
Maybe one day I'll be confident enough to be in the front so that I can see myself in the mirror and check my stance. Except I don't like people looking at me... (I certainly choose some people in the front to look at because they keep up with the workouts, they know what they're doing, and most times I can't see the instructor). In all the classes, I always head to one of the back corners of the room. I actually love being in the back, but the downsides are that you can't check yourself in the mirror and late-comers crowd around there too... -_-
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