Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Paying for abuse

I've joined a self-defence class. My induction teacher Anthony - sorry, Sensei Anthony, had me do a few stretches, then got me in gloves while he stuck pads on.

"Gimme ten punches, left, right, left, right, then a front kick."
"Now hit the deck and gimme 20 press ups!!"
"AAARGH!!! ONETWO... THREE... FOUR!!!...."
"Get up! Ten more punches!!"
"Now get out your credit card and gimme a £50 joining fee."
"Erm, aargh...."

I didn't particularly relish forking out the cash when I'm supposed to be saving money and putting it towards Xmas presents, but I got caught up in the moment.

Once I paid, I asked Sensei Alex, a disturbing Hollyoaks lookalike, if I could join the proper class.

"No. Come back next week."

I didn't expect that.

But I was so ashamed at my fitness - 10 pretty hefty punches and a solid kick, followed by 10 minutes of trying to catch my breath - that I'm pretty convinced this may be a good idea, especially as the days are getting shorter and colder. What a great way to lift my spirits.

Now if I could just give up smoking...


Shoshana said...

I thought most self-defense classes were populated with almost exclusively females - is that why you signed up?

fwengebola said...

Nope. I signed up to get fitter and leaner and learn a discipline. Women are an added bonus.