The large bald man stands in front of me. Sweat drips down his face and his eyes are steely.
He holds up one closed fist. “This one’s called Pleasure.” Then he holds up the other one. “This one’s called “Pain.”
And I have to stifle a laugh and a snort.
Today was my fourth Body Combat class and it’s a hoot. What keeps me coming back is the intensity of the instructor and the absolute seriousness of his manner.
As we are jabbing and punching and kicking, he is yelling out “Grab him! Is he getting away?! Oh no he’s not! Kick him and then smash his nose with your elbow!”
It’s so non-PC and there’s lots of yelling and screaming. And it is so much fun.
At the end of each session I feel like I’ve beaten up all the people that have annoyed me through the week.
And if I avoid watching myself in the mirror, I feel like I’ve spent 55 minutes giving Uma Thurman in ‘Kill Bill’ a run for her money.
But only if i avoid the mirror. If I look in the mirror, I see a 5 foot nothing, slightly chubby woman who is very red-faced, very puffed, and very sweaty.
And after all this punching, yelling, empowerment, sweating, and kicking, I come back home to the kids and they get to enjoy a much calmer Mummy!