My brother's really good at fitness training and he used to train some of his friends in martial arts calisthenics. He's slacked off a bit lately though and I find that the best way of convincing him to work out is to ask him to train with me, which is a bit of a sacrifice on my part, because I hate exercise.
But Dasol says it should be a piece of cake for someone who is naturally flexible like me. Uh, sure. *shifty eyes* My legs move, at best, 140 degrees apart and when he tried to push it further, I burst into tears.
So I've been learning basic boxing moves and taekwondo kicks, because I could use better self defense techniques than the ones we learned back in grade 9 gym.
Self defense expert: For you to use this move, your attacker must be sitting on your stomach with his hands around your neck.
Us: Shouldn't we also learn how to prevent ourselves from getting into that position?
Self defense expert: ...
It's much more fun than crunches, pushups and leg raises, that's for sure. One day, I'll be able to smack someone silly with my right hook.
Today was the first time we did dodging exercises to become faster at movement. I was supposed to dodge my brother's hand from side to side. He bonked my face so much that I eventually had to take off my glasses. T_T
Then we started the different punches and combinations. I put so much force into a right cross that I wrenched something in my hip. Or at least, I think so. My brother kept insisting that it was normal to feel knives jabbing into my hip bone everytime I move my leg. Jerk. We tried doing crunches and back raises, but it hurt so much that we had to stop. Instead, I taught my brother some yoga moves and he had to admit that it was more difficult than he thought. Then I went for a swim.
I don't know what it is about Wiarton that's making me so intent on working out. My dad suggested that it might be the fresh air. I think that it's simply Wiarton and there is just nothing else to do. I mean, I can't watch the Food network all day, right? Even though I love the cake challenges and the Quebecois dude who cooks for his "friends". I should really finish up the book, however. On the other hand, there isn't much left to do, except for the cover, for which I definitely need other people's opinions. And French. I should work on that too.
It's been 31 days in Wiarton already. I'm on my way back to being somewhat fit, so for the next month, I will also work on:
1) THE Book
2) French
3) Reading in general
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My arm still hurts. I got the vaccine over eight hours ago! Perhaps I should take the day off tomorrow to recuperate... yes... an *excellent* idea.
Oh, and I remember "learning" meditation during those grade 9 lessons. They were what, 3 or 4 classes? Of course, my major recollection is having to wear those scratchy Westmount T-shirts. They must've been made out off woven rope.
Maybe you should learn wing-chun... :)
I kept those Westmount shirts to wear to bed for the longest time ever. Then they just became cleaning rags.
I told my brother that Aaron was learning wing-chun and he said it was good for girls because it's mostly about kicking people in the groin. Hahahaha.
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