Boxing to Parkour

I feel ready to take on the WORLD today.

I don't know why, particularly. But in lieu of being unable to box (after Ninja's and my subscriptions run out) I have decided to move on to parkour or freerunning or whatever subbranch I can absorb. Ninja has just a natural talent for bouncing around like a monkey, whereas I do not. He's wanted to get into it for ages, but there aren't any groups nearby. But like I said, that natural talent takes him far enough. I am a foot shorter than him, weaker, scared-ier, and less experienced. But I want to try it, see what I'm capable of. The psychological part of it is all about overcoming whatever obstacles - so let's go!

I'm very happy to have begun working out and appreciating my body and its powers. A year of boxing has brought me SO MUCH joy. I don't want to give it up, and if I/we have the opportunity, I'd love to invest in a bag or two to keep up with my progress. It makes me feel sexy, it makes me feel capable, it makes me feel so good. While my roommates are sitting on the couch getting drunk or high in front of the TV, I walk in drenched in sweat and feeling like I'm on clouds. Not to mention, Ninja doesn't look too bad with his shirt stuck to him and his hair all a mess, lean muscles shining in all their glory...

Ninja and I haven't gone boxing in quite a long time, to be sadly honest. Nearly a month. Myself, I'm discouraged by that particular gym's practice and the inevitability of my contract's end. And also the fact that the cool people I worked out with have stopped going, and the trainers all have sticks up their asses.

Anyway, things have been different. Going and working out together, doing something in terms of an extra-curricular committment, is really good for us. Good for anyone, I'm sure. It shakes things up, presents obstacles and routes for achievement and lets us support each other. Lately we've been stuck inside, less than able to go out because of a lack of funding. We do have much to enjoy of each other regardless, but I really miss going out and sharing this different sort of passion.

So yesterday I decided I'd like to try it. I need to start running, and weight train. I've been previously afraid of jumping up on little islands on the streets when Ninja has coaxed me. But I was able to, every time. It filled me with a rush and surprise. I wouldn't mind feeling that a bit more often.

Last night I was on the back porch, watching the sun go down. I turned around and saw my silhouette, and damn I look good. My hair looks great, tossed in the wind. My arms have shape. My ass is, well, a prominent but proud feature, well-balanced by my tits of equal proportion.

I woke up this morning and took a long shower, cleaning every inch of me. I shaved my legs and even my ass-crack, trimmed up the bush. Ninja cancelled plans with some other people to come run around with me instead, before I go off to my home town to visit my family for a week.

Life is good.