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Boxing Workout
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Well, strictly speaking, it was not so much boxing as it was marial arts, but it used boxing equipment so I am going to split the difference, it doen't really matter anyway. I was actually supposed to go sailing today, but when I arrived at the harbour I found that it was too windy and they had called off the trip, and I had made a wasted journey - to work of all places. Nevermind, it could have been much worse, and there are still two weeks in which I can take another trip out on the boat, so all is not yet lost, it is jsut getting close to it.
Instead, I took myself off to the gym to get on with my work out, the theory being that it will help me not collapse after doing many crazy activities over the coming weeks, followed by hiking for a month in Fiji. My routine today was, theoretically simple. Go to the gym, warm up for ten minutes, do an intensive run (one minute sprint, one minute rest, sixteen minutes steady) and then a continual work out on the bag, aimed at improving my reactions, strength and technique. As far as that went I had free rein, but it is not easy to keep moving and varying your techniques on a bag for that length of time, though it will have been good for me to do so.
I know that this does not make for particularly interesting reading, but I did try to go sailing, it is not my fault that the wind was high, so you will have to make do with the gym, just like I did. The bag work in particular was fun to do, preceeded as it was by the careful selection of wraps from the local martial arts store (gym rules) \, I would not have pink (too girly), or white (too hard to keep cleanish) so I was left with the black, which turned out to be extraordinarily long and took forever to bind around my hands, but did offer a goodly amount of protection once i got them on. I worked out all of my frustrations of the weekend on the bag, which may have looked a little insane to all those mildly cycling or using the cross-trainers, but was extrememly theraputic as far as I was concerned, and I found, much to my pleasure, that whilst I am by no means in shape, or up to form, I am not so lax as I had supposed I had become. My techinque, while sower and less graceful, for moths of inativity, is not totally absent, which can only be described as a good thing, as I I can still move fairly quickly for a fairly extended period of time - even after my run, which was fairly exhausting, for all it was ten minutes less than the one I had done the day before. Sprinting for a minute, it turns out, is actually quite tiring, and the minute recovery that I was given did not so much to aid a recovery. Still, I got through it , and never having been a particularly good runner, I will admit that I was quite pleased with myself, although I did spend the rest of the evening slumped in front of the TV so I am not sure how successful I was in reality!!
It all works to the same end though - that backpack should be feather light by the time I leave...
Theoretically......
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