B's been going to a boxing gym for quite some time now and he loves it. It's a great form of exercise and good for shedding off some of the worries of his day. He'll come home after a bad day at work in a high state of frustration and anger, then head to the gym and come home sweaty refreshed and all smiles. So in a way, I'm a huge fan of the gym too but I've never even stepped foot in there...until now!
He's been asking me to stop by but I never have made the time. The kids have gone, but not me. It's important to him, and he's important to me, so I turned off all of my gadgets and headed out to the gym expecting a scene from Rocky or something (hey, that's all I know about boxing, I'm not a violent person). I was expecting a lot of cussing, blood, anger, mass chaos, and violence. BUT I walked into a very structured, family-friendly, and if you can believe it (somewhat) quiet and calm environment.
It was actually pretty cool as I sat and watched B work his ass off work out during class.
Ready?
Aim!
FIRE!
Yes, I guess I can understand how this would be a little bit of a stress reliever! It wasn't all punching though. There was some running around, lots of ab work, and other such sweat-inducing activities. No cussing, no blood, no violence at all actually! So I was glad I had gone, and since it didn't smell (much), I'm sure I'll be going back again.
And of course I'll be bringing his BIGGEST.FANS.EVER with me (as always...man we need a sitter) to cheer him along.
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