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The Joy of Beating Shit Up

As most of you who've known me for a while (as in socially, not just through the words typed here), I've been gaining weight steadily since 2003. I tend to attribute this to my change in lifestyle during that time - I quit skating, moved into my own appartment where I ate only fast food, and pretty much never got off my fat ass.

And now I have a belly so big people assume I'm a genetic experiment to see whether or not men can give birth. To twins.

So recently I decided, once and for all, to get into something healthy. Now, this is a bit of a difficulty for me, not just because of my schedule, but because of my stance towards gyms.

See, I don't believe in gyms. I don't understand them. Treadmills make me feel like a hamster, and I cannot get my head around the concept of getting fit for the sake of getting fit. It feels like the only goal to be achieved in going to the gym is to look good, full stop. Yes, I know it sounds stupid considering that's what my aim is in the first place, but that's just me.

I prefer getting fit through a form of exercise where I'm learning something, like a sport. Therein comes the problem as I've never been good at team sports of any kind. That's why I got into skating, it's a personal thing. I could roll around that board as much as I want and no one would be giving me shit for not passing properly (although occasionally kids would laugh at me for not being able to do half the tricks they can do).

But the board is gone, and I decided to get into something else.

Boxing.

See, back in the day I used to be into martial arts a LOT. Back when I was much younger, I used to do karate, kung fu and try out any other martial art that happened to be around.

It of course didn't hurt that I was a huge Bruce Lee fan when I was a young teenager.

But, now that I'm older, I didn't want to do any Eastern martial arts mainly because I didn't want to have to memorize hundreds of punches, kicks, graples, katas, etc. I wanted to do something similar to a martial art, but not.

Hence, boxing.

The good thing about boxing is that there are only four punches, a few blocks and a bunch of leg work. The skill comes from combining them corectly. And the good thing for someone like me taking up boxing is the workout.

My God, the workout kills me. For a guy that can do, at the most, twenty sit ups and a handful of push ups, going through the routine in boxing has me sweating like a priest in a nunnery within the first five minutes. I had no idea jumping jacks were so goddamn tiring! I now have an incredible new found respect for boxers. The amount of stamina and strength required is unparalled. I'm dying after a minute of punching just a bag, and yet these professionals stay in the ring for 3 minutes a round for twelve rounds?! Wow. Mucho respecto.

It's also a great way to work out aggresion. Especially during the time I joined I had a lot of pent up aggression in me and what better way to let it all out then to whack a big ol' punching bag.

But, let's face facts here, it's still early days and I'm still a tubby weakling. I tweaked my wrist (the same bad wrist that I tweaked when shooting the chase scene in Ciplak), I wake up the day after a session aching all over and everyone else in the class has much more stamina than me.

I'm hoping I don't give up this class. The monthly payments should give me enough incentive to go so as to not waste that money. The more I look at myself and realise my age the more I feel the need to get healthier before this lifestyle of mine catches up to me and escalates into a hundred and one medical bills by the time I'm thirty. Need to get fitter.

Of course, considering I'm writing this in coffee bean whilst drinking fattening caffeine-infused latte's and smoking cigarettes, it's gonna take a while.

18.5.07 06:47
 


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Helen / Website (20.5.07 15:45)
I used to box, smoke and drink copious amounts of coffee. And I was buff.
For me that look didnt work. For a man? It should work. And the best thing about boxing muscles is that even though you have a belly on top of it, you still look hot.

Now I am skinny and weak. And I punch like a girl, but then after all, I am a girl.

Whats your plans for your birthday?


Justin_Guber (21.5.07 13:42)
Haven't had a chance to think about any plans yet. Any ideas?


Helen / Website (22.5.07 09:06)
Well mines on a Monday (june 4th)...lets go to Genting and try and regain our youth!!!!


kuihoy (28.5.07 18:12)
kau memang boyot! BOYOT! )

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