There are things I've been putting off until I'm thin. Buying stiletto boots. Picking up younger guys. And kickboxing. I haven't been able to get into the kickboxing thing, because the classes are filled with these precious young hardbodies with something to prove.
So not me.
But one of my favorite instructors teaches on Tuesday nights, and it really looks like fun to pretend to hit stuff. So last night, I went.
Hoo-wah, what a great time! My heartrate monitor told me I burned 718 ugly calories! And today, I'm feeling it. My muscles are saying "hi!" every time I move. It's a pretty keen feeling.
So I won't be running out to buy those boots just yet - have to wait for the calves to get all slender and sexy. And I won't be picking up any younger guys, not for lack of trying, though. But I will be going to kickboxing. I will kick. I will box.
As Lloyd Dobler said, kickboxing is the sport of the future. And I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.