I’ve been boxing lately. Cardio boxing, to be specific. I even bought my own pink gloves. I like the sound they make when I get a good hit in my partner’s mitt—it’s a sort of smacking thud. It’s quite satisfying.
I’ve always loved to fight, really. I like to take self-defense classes. For a while I was taking Krav Maga until my husband became concerned that people would think he was responsible for the bruises and I thought it prudent to stop. There’s something about fighting that’s very empowering, although it’s not necessarily the hitting.
What am I saying? It’s totally the hitting.
But it’s also the idea of standing up and fighting and not backing down, something that we, as human beings have to do a thousand times a day.
We resist the urge to say something snarky when someone cuts ahead of us in line. We accept criticism from our bosses or our spouses. We compromise, we navigate, we accommodate, we sigh and put the dishes in the dishwasher even though someone else could have done it rather than just putting them in the sink because the dishwasher is right there. It’s right there.
Jab, cross, smack, thud.
The dishwasher (smack, thud) is right (smack) there (thud).
And when it is over, we take gloves off with shaking arms, and we are damp and pink and sweet as newborn kittens.
With a mean uppercut.
Check out the Cardio Boxing program at On Your Mark
Bucktown 9:30 with Annette
West Loop 9:30 with Annette
Bucktown 11:30 with Brittany
West Loop 6:30 with Danielle
Bucktown 10:30 with Annette
(Combine with F-Train or Ass & Abs or a real um, ass-kicking)
Bucktown 9:00 with Christina