Speaking of boxing I went again tonight and a nice young man made me feel so much better about myself by fainting towards the end of our exercises.
There was me thinking that I was the only lightheaded, disorientated person in the room and down he went cheering me up immensely.
To be fair to him he was new to the class so he was probably trying as hard as I was on my first time before I realised the futility of it all. Coach tells us to start doing sit-ups then leaves the room. I don't know where he goes but he's gone for a good long while and we're supposed to keeping bobbing up and down in a metronomic fashion until he returns...at which point he demands that we do different varieties of sit-ups with exciting names. Then we head for the press-ups and do two lots of 90 (which those of you not delirious with fatigue and writhing in agony will realise is more than 100 in total). I think it was around this point where the young lad passed out which gave me that natural high that everyone goes on about.
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