|On the Down Swing|
At one point, Marisa said that she was being nice and I thought if this is nice Marisa, hmmm...
Marisa had a bruise on her leg from a kickboxing class that she taught. Her student kicked her instead of the bag. I wanted to engage in a little kickboxing myself...
There just seemed to be no space between circuits. We did a tabata-style circuit and I swung my usual 10 kg kettlebell but alternated with a 16 kg which was the first time that I've picked up anything heavier. After 20 seconds of swinging the 16kg, I felt like I could toss my regular kettlebell as if it were a small rock.
Don't put it down this time.
How did Marisa know that I was thinking about putting down the 16 kg?
I slid, like butter, out of a plank. I did the two hand swing while others did hand-to-hand. I was punch-drunk, people.
Not even Chip's favorite Ninja song could inspire me onward. Chip did have me cracking up when he referred to tabata as Chewbacca.
At the end of class, I collapsed on the floor. The woman behind the counter was smiling from ear-to-ear and amazed by my stillness and speechlessness. Nothing worked at the end of class -- not even my vocal chords.