I am not by nature a violent person.
Can’t tell, right?
Clarence, my trainer at my gym, will attest to this. I am pretty much a wuss when confronted. It’s one thing to kick and punch pads; it’s another to hit a human.
I am terrified of hurting anyone physically. Which makes it strange for me to do this.
But the workout is crazily good- I find myself drenched in perspiration (gross and unladylike, I know, especially when the beads of sweat go a-flying while I kick or punch.) And the ache post-training is addictive.
Of course it helps immensely when I have had a really tough day and the sheer exhaustion expends all the frustration, and I leave the gym strangely feeling cleansed.
The only bad thing? I bruise really, really easily and so, often sport huge – ass psychedelic marks on my shins and elbows. So if you see me, please don’t point them out to me – I know they are there.
They kinda hurt, y’ know?
Anyhow, the next session will be in a week’s time – I don’t know how I am going to find release in the meantime – guess I shall have to run more then.
Which I like to do, anyway 🙂