|Some pretty sweaty wraps there|
The session started with skipping. 10 minutes or so. That is when I normally roll my rope up again, thinking to myself: okay, done for today. Ha! Not so at the club. That's only part of the warm up. You hear me? Part of the warm up! Then it's time for a jog around the gym--with some sprints thrown in--before there's running on the spot, star jumps and whatnot. I had to set out most of the jumping and running on the spot as I'm in physio with my calves and shin, which have been awfully overworked in the past. My poor muscles weren't used to so much workout (an hour power walking or 15 minutes skipping every day), hence the pains I went through. My physiotherapist and I are onto it. I need to do daily stretching exercises and massage my shins--pretty painful, the latter.
|My first try at home|
However, it's not only throwing punches, but there's a lot of squatting involved, hence the pain in my thighs. I thought I'm quite all right usually doing about 20 squats; I think I did roughly 50 to 60 today, that's a very different number. Punch up, punch straight, squat, punch up, punch straight, squat. And that with intervals of high intensity (punch as fast and hard as you can). Apparently I did well for a first time. Almost punched the good man when I started with my right arm first. No good. And I somehow got it mixed up, too. Oh well. Next time, I'll do better. Boxing also improves your hand-eye co-ordination.
After that it was standing in line, running on the spot and the first in line is maltreating the punchbag for 30 seconds and back in line while the next gets to release some anger. That's definitely a 'good bye, bingo wings' exercise. And as if that wasn't enough, we did a small circuit training in groups. Because of my not being able to jump, mine did abs workout with a medicine ball. Doing sit ups for three minutes is ... gee, how long can three minutes be? Long! I had to pause in between, I admit. And off we went to the weight room.
|Well-earned post boxing snack: whole grain bread and a cuppa|
If only I could stand up from my couch and get me another cuppa ...