With the words from the great Muhammed embedded on my mind 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee' I was pumped and super ready to go throw some punches. I persuaded Charlotte to come with me but only if I promised not to laugh at her. Which of course I did with my fingers crossed behind my back.
So we rock up to the gym and it's heaving.... I've never seen it so full, when I go at 5.30am (yes get me 5.30am, smug smile!) It's quiet. So a little panic starts to creep up, but I'm super pumped so can't let this deter me. I spy the instructor getting the gloves out so off we go along with luckily only 6 other people.
We're made to stand in a line facing the mirror and told to run on the spot. Cool, no problem with this so I'm happy running on the spot till we're told to run faster and with high knees. Well, in my error I made the mistake of looking at Charlotte in the mirror and she looked like she was being electrocuted. I started laughing. The harder I tried to stop the more I was laughing. She caught on and started whining 'Stop it mum, stop it' so then I felt bad and concentrated on the weight bench instead which helped.
We're then told to partner up, yay we get to start punching each other. Charlotte chooses the pads while I choose the gloves. We start off by punching for 30 seconds straight in front then we go to uppercuts. Half way through Charlotte starts shrieking 'Your arms mum, your arms' so I'm shrieking back while throwing left hook right hook at her 'What's wrong with my arms'.
She hollers back while I'm now uppercutting 'They're so muscly, look at them'
I'm too busy ducking and weaving I haven't got time to study my arms and besides which I'm punching so hard poor Charlotte is actually moving quite quickly to the other side of the room which makes her start shrieking again 'Mum, stop it, you're so strong, your arms, stop mum STOP'.
We then have to swap, Charlotte manages around 30 seconds then flops her arms to the side and says she can't do any more. 'PUNCH' I yell, 'PUNCCCCHHH'
When we get to the next excercise she keeps the gloves and has to punch the mits starting with 2 then going up to 20 then once to 20 back down to 2. In between each lot of punches she has to run to the other side of the gym while I do burpees. .. are you keeping up?
I'm not sure what Charlotte was taught in her maths class when she was younger but she clearly can't count, either that or she was cheating. We got up to 20 punches by skipping 16 and 18 then down to 2 missing 14, 12 and 10.
When this was done we had to swap so I was yet again punching her and she had to do the burpees, I only saw her do 1 burpee the whole time I was punching then running. (She's blatantly a cheat like her dad!!)
The next excercise is squats while punching, easy peasy yes? Not for my darling daughter she had an awkward gait and looked quite frankly like a hunch back (minus the dribble) and that made me laugh again, we also had to get on all fours opposite each other and crawl to each other for a high five then crawl back, not really sure if this was anything to do with boxing but it made me chuckle and made Charlotte almost cry as she was aching so much. Also not sure about the walking squats we had to do to each other for a high five, but it amused me so all good.
A quick glance at the other 6 ladies and they are sweating profusely and very red in the face, Charlotte is ready to drop and showing signs of weakness on her face meanwhile I'm still ducking and weaving and getting in the zone. All I really needed was the Rocky music and a skipping rope and I'd have been sorted. Maybe I take that for the next class?
It's time for a cool down now, a few quick stretches which yet again makes Charlotte shriek in agony and me laugh some more and then we're dismissed but not before Charlotte shouts a random bye to someone that wasn't saying good bye to us.
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