A lover of stars and pigs followed up on her end of the deal, revealing herself on my doorstep just after 8 AM, pan and eggs in tow. A rushed baking operation then commenced.
Upon arrival, we were handed waivers. Mid-signing, I informed one of the staff members that we had called in advance to secure an orientation ("beginners class") with one of the trainers with the intention of joining the 12 pm class. The man began to deny my thrice-confirmed appointment with utmost certainty.
His voice boomed, overbearing with the intention of instilling fear, but the contents escaping his mouth couldn't have been further from the truth. This was especially so considering that the girl who had answered my call had noted down our names in addition to providing the name of the personal trainer who would be assisting us for the beginner session.
As I was about to argue the inconsistency in information, a man walked through the doors and was immediately greeted by the counter staff. Undeterred, I began to press further, but was then immediately interrupted. The pompous one retracted his statement and then, towards the new occupant of the space, expressed relief towards his appearance. "We are short-staffed, but Dan is here now."
- Jab - left straight, pivot the hip
- Cross - right straight, pivot the hip
- Hook - left/right angled punch, where the arm is raised to shoulder-level for maximum power
Beeps were heard throughout the gym, each signifying the passing of thirty-second intervals. For nearly five minutes, these punches were drilled into us, to the point where muscle memory began to come into play.
After some time, we were led into one of the four boxing rings. It was time to practice the boxing stance.
The leg corresponding to our dominant hand was positioned at the back for balance, while the front foot guided movement. Similar to climbing, one did not want to "barn door" with too-wide or too-narrow stances. "Close the box." came the gentle reminder as we practiced offensive and defensive approaches.
Gearing up for class, we were guided through the process of hand-wrapping. Seams down, we followed the WRWP sequence, then reversed direction and repeated. Glove rentals were ̶p̶a̶i̶d̶ waived, hand wrap duos were purchased at twenty dollars a pack, and into the class we went.
It was a somewhat intermediate session led by the overbearing creature who had initially denied me entry. The class appeared to consist of regulars - of all ages and skill levels for that matter. Varying combinations of hooks and jabs were called out, then executed by participants over 30-second intervals. Between sets were punching bag shifts. This helped to keep boxers engaged, since the floor boasted Aqua Bags (filled with water) in addition to several traditional cylindrical ones - which, might I add, were clearly well-loved based on their casing of duct tape.
The session concluded with a brief segment of core exercises, namely planks, bicycles, and toe touches.
For the first times in our lives, we were in contact with the infamous teardrop bag. Then we dodged oncoming Aqua Balls. Then learned new punches ("5" and "6" aka Uppercut) and breathing techniques. Finally, we took a few photos around the gym. (Ok, maybe more than a few.)