The Best Thing About Tuesday...

I am a lover not a fighter.
I attack with my vicious rhetoric.
I joined the Army so I could shoot people instead.
These are all reasons I give to people who cannot believe that I have never gotten into a real fistfight or even thrown a real punch before. It is true though. The closest thing to a fight I've gotten into was in Jr High when I shoved some kid, who had been messing with me, into the crowd of on-lookers about 10 Ft away. He just left. So no fight.
There was boxing night at the frat house, but that was just fun between friends. That night though, was the only time I've ever thrown a punch. And it was half speed, half power, and half intended.
So needless to say I was pretty excited about my first boxing lesson last night. My teacher, or I guess "trainer" is the proper jargon, asked me what my experience was. I said that there was none and described myself as a block of clay ready to be molded.
First thing we did was check out my foot coordination; so out came the jumprope. I was ready to dazzle like the jump roping pro that any 7 year old girl is. I then discovered that I am no 7 year old girl, as a I stumbled and couldn't get more than 15 jumps in a row. We wont even discuss what happened when I was told to alternate feet.
Homework Assignment #1- Jumping Rope for improved cardio, coordination, and self esteem.
I then learned the basics of standing and jabbing and moving. I got pushed over when my balance was bad; I had my punch smacked intot eh side of my head if I didn't bring it back fast enough; I had a really good time. I was tired as shit and could barely lift my left arm by the time we were done, but I am ready for more. I even can't wait to do my homework. I have not had homework in over a year. For some reason getting some homework was the best thing about Tuesday.