March 09, 2008 * 8th Lesson

And then came the medicine balls. Back and forth they flew the air. Our instructor conjoling us to launch ‘em at our partner’s chin, replicating jabs and “straight rights“. You do this for 10-15 minutes and your arms start to feel like cement cylinder blocks. Why oh why were we being put through this medieval volley-ball game?

And then came the punching bags. With each combination, I hit the bag with a force I could only envy a few days ago. My arms felt light, so the jabs were released with zest and snap. My straight-right turned the heavy-bag into a wild pinata. And so, the healing power of the medicine ball touched on an old self-help cliche: To grow, you must push yourself beyond your comfort zone(s).

Which reminds me, I need to sign up for Boxing Level II.