Today is fractured. Mind spinning, buzzing, stuck on repeat
with sparring scenes for Zee and Stillman. With the exception of five or
sessions with a personal trainer who taught me some boxing moves at the end of
each session, I have absolutely no training in any type of combative exercise.
I did love those boxing sessions though, gods they were fun. But that was me practicing punches while he moved the pads
around, no true thinking involved.
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| Vaguely like this. |
In the picture at the left, imagine me (so longer brown hair on that lady and about sixty extra pounds on her) in regular boxing gloves, and for that man there imagine an incredibly buff African-American guy named Antoine. He was a incredible hard ass but I loved every session.
So along with running I’m going to have to take up some form
of martial art, because I have to know what the sparring feels like.
I’m taking TheDaughter to her appointment for her physical
for school. Then we shop for school supplies and groceries. Then I come home
and try to figure out how I messed up downloading the drivers for printer,
because it says they were installed but the laptop still doesn’t recognize
there’s a printer attached to it.
Then I will see what DeKalb has to offer for martial arts
lessons.
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