We were going to watch all the Premier Football matches today, but decided that the West Ham – Southampton, and the Wolverhampton Wanderers – Fulham games at 10 a.m. really didn’t affect the standings.
So we went to the gym. At the weekend there are more men around. Hubby and I chatted to a really nice guy while I was warming up. Why can’t all men be like that. He said that I had a body of a 20 year old, and didn’t believe either of our ages.
Then I went on the boxing bags. After 2 sets of boxing, I was taking a water break, and an old guy came up, and started punching the bag I was using. He said that was how I should be boxing. I told him that at the gym I work on my punches, and technique, and then gas myself out. I said that I can do kickboxing, and know how to handle myself. So I went to show him, and he said that he could block me anytime. I was quiet, but getting mad, and he said that he didn’t want to get into it with me.
Well he shouldn’t have criticized my textbook boxing, when he was doing street boxing.
There is no way I can hit a bag, like I do when I am working with my trainer, and he has the mitts.