Putting My Dukes Up

I think this post could alternatively be called “How I got duped into spending two nights a week in a smelly boxing club in Drimnagh.”

or

“How I ate wayyyyy too many M&M’s and decided any excuse for exercise was a good idea.”

Either way, I appear to be taking part in a fundraiser that involves boxing. Michael came home a few weeks ago all wound up that he was going to get to learn to box. Then he heard they needed alternates, especially girls, and he got it in his head that I should do it.

I thought that was a downright terrible idea until I ate way too many M&M’s (due to this project), at which point my judgement was entirely clouded by chocolate and sugar and I relented.

Apparently, 30  nutty adults train for eight weeks with this Olympic boxing coach, then box each other (only three rounds!) in front of 500-1,000 of their closest friends. They’re raising money to help a teacher in their school (where Michael coaches) who has a child who needs surgery – the teacher had twins, one was healthy and one hasn’t left the ICU yet. So it is a great cause, and actually a fairly cool thing that the school community is coming together to help out.

I’m still thinking I’m going to sneak out the back door when the actual hitting part starts, but for these first few weeks it appears to be a lot of skipping rope, push ups and hitting punching bags. Great exercise altogether!

I thought this shot was fun – we can’t wear our wedding rings during the training and it’s so strange to have them off!