Today I successfully escaped the office in this:
To make it to this:
Day 1 of Mariposa y Abeja Jill.
Mendez Boxing. Wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. I had stopped by once before to inquire how to use my Groupon (did I need to bring the actual printout? Make an appt ahead of time) but hadn’t gone through with the classes yet.
Today I brought my gloves and was ready to do a little dancing, albeit outside of an actual ring. Make no mistake though, this is no frilly, half-assed faux boxing gym. I’m not gonna lie, I was more than a little excited when after 10 minutes of jumping rope (seriously) they wrapped. my. hands. W00t! Badass.
So my first trainer guy was kinda awesome and went back and forth between English and Spanish and seemed to not make concessions simply because I happen to have a vagina (1 of 3 in the whole place). Novel idea! Hooray! I practiced some basic punches and footwork. Then we moved over to the heavy bag and THEN he threw on the practice mitts or whatever they’re called. I love them. He calls out punches and I’m hitting the mitts while he rotates and adjusts. Basically awesome. Until.
He had to go and handed me over to a youngster who I’m sure knows some stuff (as today he’s dropping weight for a fight) but maybe isn’t as fantastic of a coach. Regardless, he puts me on the speed bag pictured above and I gradually work out the necessary rhythm to not look like a COMPLETE tool – just a partial tool. Word. So after a good couple rounds on the I’m-pretending-I have-speed bag, it’s abs time. Oh for the love of abs. There was a lot of ab work. I should have expected this. I’m a smart girl. I research things and yet somehow this did not register. However, it will most definitely register tomorrow. And the day after that.
Follow up rounds soon to follow.
However this time, I will NOT put my money and my ID in my bra. Because that’s just gross. Dollars should not be shiny.
Postscript: I believe I may have been christened Babyface. That’s right. Bring it.
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