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May 18, 2000 |
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Kickboxing sucks. Okay, let me clarify. Kickboxing sucked today.
I had forgotten about the special kickboxing class today. Normally the
class is free. Okay, apart from the membership fees, the class is free.
Technically, today's class was free, except that they were asking for
donations for charity. How did they justify asking for donations?
The class was two hours long.
Last week, I didn't think that I would even contemplate trying to do two
hours of kickboxing. Today I had just walked in (without any money, mind
you) and I figured that I could either try it or I would have to
leave the class. I was already here. They said I could bring the money
next week.
Now, I don't know when was the last time you have done two hours of cardio,
but just let me say. It sucks. Keep in mind, my body feels roughly like
mashed potatoes when I'm finished with the regular class. The first hour
was done by our regular instructor, Dawnie Rae. She did the regular
punches, kicks, and combinations that we're so used to. That part of it
was a piece of cake, well sort of speak.
The second hour was ran by Cliff. He certainly has a different style.
Lots and lots of energy and pushing folks. Meanwhile, Dawnie Rae was going
around from person to person and having them hit the pads. I was fine
through most of it. though the final half hour was a real struggle.
Throughout the two hour session, more and more people walked out. I
persevered. I was to finish the class trying even if not succeeding. I
hated it, but I finished.
I got back and checked my phone messages. Pam left me a message, which I missed at first, but noticed her number on the caller id box. I talked to her for a few minutes while I got undressed. I then showered.
I went to get dinner at my usual Thursday dinner place, Hooters. I picked up the Seattle Weekly, while I was there and started skimming through it. I watched the scores cycling through and observed that the Braves beat the Giants today, 3-2. I tracked the game on the web today while I worked, but I was able to watch the highlights. Normally, this is just another game. However, this particular game meant that the Braves won the season series, and my friend, Dave owed me lunch. Life is good.
As I was watching the scores and skimming through the Seattle Weekly, I see Kealy walk by. Kealy is cool. I like her. She's been a waitress here for a while. Relax folks, she's got a husband and a baby girl. And I have a girlfriend, and she's a babe. I wave to Kealy and say, "hi" She proceeds to wave back and screams, "Frank!" Picture Cheers here… She's tons of fun. She only stops by briefly and says hi, though we don't talk for very long.
That was pretty much it for tonight. At work they asked us to keep core hours where everyone is available. The hours are 11am to 4pm. Nothing earth shattering, but still I needed to make some adjustments. Mornings really don't agree with me. [Blah!]
May 18, 2000