I'm trying new things this year. Everything is new, starting afresh and I have no doubt in my mind that the rest of this year and all my years beyond this one, will be different, too. The way it should be. Nothing is supposed to stay the same all the time and it is good for us to get out of the all too familiar because everything just gets booooring.
Going to my nearest sports store a couple weeks ago, I was a woman on a mission. I was on the hunt for a set of boxing gloves.
Upon returning home, I was doubtful, I was regretting my purchase (Big Time). Had I done the right thing? I could seriously hurt myself, cause myself some damage...
Taking risks... BIG RISKS... I would only fail if I didn't try. What is the harm in trying? There isn't any. What about if I couldn't do what I set out to do?
Being the typical 'hard on myself' person, my mind started racing (and racing it did, again BIG TIME.)
Entering the gym and showing the people at the front counter, they promised to stay out of my way!!! Oh Ye Of Little Faith... (About as much faith as I had in myself.) Maybe I should have omitted telling them that I wanted to belt out my frustration and felt like beating the living crap out of a punching bag. Apparently I looked scary, but you know what, I'm now not regretting my purchase because I enjoyed every moment of cross jabs, punches, upper cuts and the like and it was a sweaty workout that I needed... ROLL ON TUESDAY I say because that first boxing session was a....
KNOCKOUT.
When I first started at the gym, I never would of envisioned that I would be doing boxing, in fact if you had said that to me 116 days ago, I can guarantee you, you could have knocked me over with a feather !!!
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