WussMonster
Tuesday marked the first work out attempts of 2008.
I walked for 5 minutes then I stretched. Back on for 4 reps of 2-minute fast walk (3.2) and 3-minute jog (4.2). Cool down for another 3 minutes. Then I broke in my new pink boxing gloves on the bag and kicking the kicking shield (Brandon helped) for another 5 minutes before I completely ran out of breath.
Then I spotted a lean but athletic built Asian girl in the place. I saw her running on the treadmill over the weekend.
“Was that the uber boxing girl you guys talked about?” I asked Brandon. At the open house for the gym, she did the boxing demonstration and pretty much just blew everyone away.
“Yep, that’ll be her.”
“Aw, man! Now I feel stupid.”
I was just goofing off around the punching bag with Brandon as if I knew what I was doing, just to be exhausted after mere 5 minutes. That’s kind of embarrassing.
But I am a certified wuss, so I have the free pass to not be ashamed about my lack of physical prowess or athletic grace.
I don’t like pain. I’m not all that strong. Pushing the limits is not something I usually have in mind. The only thing I’m good at sports-wise was 50-meter dash. And actually, miraculously, I didn’t do all that bad in Taekwondo.
So, all the 30 minutes I managed in the gym the other day was a mass improvement. I may not be the uber boxer chick, but I did what I could.
Right now? My legs are still sore. I think I’ll have to wait until Saturday to have another go at this work out thing. Haha!
