I love my punching bag and gloves. I have been known to say that boxing is my new favorite thing, but one of the students in our program, Patrick Wilson, tells me that it isn’t really “boxing” unless I am hitting and being hit…everything else is just “working the bag”. Well then, I guess I am working the bag. Although that phrase conjures up an image in my mind of pairing the perfect purse and outfit and carrying it off with style – hence, workin’ the bag.
Call it what you will, but I love it. I am not really sure how much it does for muscle development or toning, but it does have some cardio value (I consider it part of my essential Best Body Ever activities). More importantly, it makes me feel strong and powerful and I can’t get enough of it. I fancy that if pushed into a situation where I had to hit someone they would get a whole lot more than they bargained for. Of course, the offending person would have to be fairly short or I’d have to be in fairly substantial high heels at the time.
If you look at the photo to the right you can see that my bag sits at just about 5 feet (I am in bare feet in the pic and am all of 5′ 2″ – albeit, somewhat on my toes – a short girl habit). Cheyenne took this photo yesterday so that I could send it to my nephew Paul who introduced me to boxing after I watched his mixed martial arts class (MMA). It wasn’t until I saw this photo that I realized the only real damage I could do to a person of normal height would likely be to make chest contact – probably enough to unsteady them and maybe even send them stumbling backward…definitely enough to really make them angry – but I would not be knocking anyone out with my one-two (jab-cross) punch. So I’d end up with a mildly stunned person who now would be seeking to hit me back.
I guess I could go with a one-two-three punch (jab-cross-hook) – depending on the size of the person that might produce a much different effect. I have been working to make my left hook more powerful. I shudder at the thought of where that left hook would land on a man who was in the 6 foot range. I am fairly sure that it would officially be below the belt and would not be a punch that was easily shaken off. Good to know for self-defense purposes to be sure, but I surmise my next step should be to work on my running speed.
The bottom line, I may not be a “boxer” – but I sure do know how to work the bag! And I might add, doing so with pink gloves just makes it that much more delicious. 😉
Day four hundred and thirty-nine of the new forty – obla di obla da