Giles/Buffy collision

Whappity whappity whap

Okay, since I have been whinging a lot recently, today I have to share with you something really cool.

This morning my trainer at the gym decided to do some boxing with me. He figured out pretty quickly that I'm a neophile, so we've been doing a lot of different stuff. Ten different ways to exercise the same muscle, that sort of thing. And today: boxing. Left and right jabs and then hooks. He had big pads on his hands and I had on boxing gloves. Bam! Bam! On my toes jab jab jab! Shoulders up, hands up, bam!

My very own Giles. Well, except nearly 20 years younger than I am, and a tall weedy American with no tweed in sight. But still! I pummeled him. It was awesome. Next he'll be throwing rubber balls at my head.
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I now have trainer envy. ;) That is so cool that you got to do some pummeling (heh). My trainer at the Y is in his early 60's and he's having me shadowbox--no gloves or big pads.

But damn, I am wrung out when my session is over.
I was wrung out for an hour after this morning's session, as in hands trembling, sweat still trickling down my back even after a shower, etc. It was the running intervals on the treadmill that killed me. Well, plus the lunges they were interspersed with. Oh, man.

I like this kid. He's funny and he pushes me without ever it feeling like I'm being pushed.
Meh - I wouldn't start worrying unless he suggests you do a one-armed handstand!

Giggly hugs,
That sounds so fun! When I took Tae Kwon Do a few years ago, we all had to wear the pads during sparring. I too was reminded of Giles, except we all wore the pads. Yours sounds much more awesome. :)