funny bone

I went back to boxing recently. My teacher Lloyd is one of three identical triplets: Lloyd, Floyd and Troy.

Yep. their parents had a sense of humor.

I’ve known Lloyd for three years, but I took about two years off, with every intention of going back…honest… It just took longer than expected because I had no time, I was working, which is a great reason to not get to boxing class. I could use a few more reasons like that — I swear, if I were too busy with work to make class, I’d pay for class anyway…

NOT the real thing (campy movie though!)

So now I’m back, all thinking time flies,
this is just like I remember it, no biggie,
I had my moves (and a LOT more shit to be punching at, right?)

But the first class back, I overdid it just a tad.

The next day I literally could not lift my arm to brush my teeth.

Day after that, I could not lift my butt out of bed.

Awesome.

So I was smart and held back last week, I’m all about learning from the past, right? Whatever.

Then this morning I pulled something right at the top of class, making the next 50 minutes a nightmare. But (after skipping the push-ups) I actually managed to power through. I’ve got the determination of Rocky. A mean left hook. And Lloyd in my corner. (Plus he nukes the Tiger Balm so it’s hot AND hot, and it makes you feel like pushing through it and not wimping out (in front of everyone.)

So…

I’m gonna get my skill set back and go to town on that bag. Because I need to take out my

f#cking aggressions at the dog-gammed pappaf#cksi!!!!!

punching paparazzi to a pulp

There, see?  It makes me feel better.

Sore, but better.

xo | Evie