Be Here Now

Another thing I love about boxing:  it is the ultimate test of whether you are alive to the moment.  There’s no berating or congratulating yourself on what has just occurred, there’s not really much planning about what you’ll do next, it’s just you and your instincts and reflexes, staying alert to what is happening now. [...]

Mayday!

Happy May Day!  Mother May You?  Yes, You May!  Go on ahead and do your thang, now.
Grammy is like deep-fried leftovers today, her former crispiness reduced to spongy beige wrinkles.  Plus I keep thinking it’s already the weekend, which it most emphatically is not.  But in my spongy yet frangible state, there are still, miraculously, [...]

Roll With It

Okay.  I have these little rolls at my waist.  I am not being self-deprecating, nor do I have body dysmorphic disorder - at least no more so than most women - but here’s the thing - are you ready?
These little rolls - they are now muscle.  Whoa nelly!  Actual muscles!  At my waist!  Hiding in amongst [...]

Things I Should Know Better Than: #1

#1:  Eating a huge tub of pasta salad less than an hour before boxing class.  Ugh.   
It is possible that I have blog-xhaustion.  I’m just staring at the screen, doing my allergy-caused mouth-breathing, waiting for the perfect post to waft into my tiny little mind and shoot out my fingers onto the keyboard which waits [...]

Crizzap!

How many times do I have to learn this lesson?!?  HOW.  MANY.  TIME-SUH???
No bangs.  No bangs.  No fucking BANGS, for the sweet love of christ and his biker bar!!!
Real-world test run of the new haircut at boxing tonight.  Abject, ass-ripping failure.  
That I-who have been living with myself for my whole life and have been [...]

Oh, for the love of GAWD

Okay, so my boxing gym has this website, and they’ve recently spent some coin having the thing revamped.  I was on there a few days ago looking at the class schedule for their second location, and I noticed a new tab, for “KO of the Month.”  Um-hm…you probably already know where this is headed, but [...]

You’re Not The Boss Of Me

There’s this woman who comes to boxing class a few times a week, and I’m not sure, but I think she knows someone at the gym, like maybe the owner.  I get the feeling she has an ‘in’ somewhere.  She is very loud and cackly, and she frequently takes it upon herself to instruct other [...]

Why I Like To Hit Things (and occasionally, people)

For those of you who don’t know, which probably means most of you, I started training at a boxing gym last August.  Recently, at a dinner party, someone asked me why, and about all I could say is, ‘because I wanted to.’  Not grammatically pleasing, but there it is.  
I can’t really pinpoint the initial [...]