As I mentioned in the last post, I am incredibly fond of The Biggest Loser and have been watching it for a few years. One of the things that really looked entertaining was the punching and the boxing. I have to admit that I would love to be on the show and take a few swipes at Jillian during some of my snarky days.
We got the punching bag at the beginning of the week. There is a small bag on a swivel stick sitting in the middle of my office. It is awesome. I can take a swat or two at the bag, solving the problems that I might have, even before they begin. There is a sublime joy which overwhelms me from the unceremonious thwap of my fist against the faux leather.
Other than the whole Biggest Loser connection, I got this little bag because one of my friends had talked about the absolute joys of having Vlad the Destroyer in hir household. Vlad’s the huge sand filled bag which is the five thousand pound gorilla in any small apartment. I’m thinking about naming this one Vlad Junior – or something which offers homage to the original inspiration.
I have even learned about the necessity of gloves and tape on my hands. I realized that if you punched the bag with many repetitions that the knuckles get sore. Believe me, it’s quite a satisfying sensation. Then again, I don’t mind having bruises on my hands as long as there is a fire in my heart.
Are there any exercises which you find viscerally satisfying enough that they can’t really be called exercises? You see, I could never convince myself that deliberately walking and running were anything more than adding busywork to the equation. Beating stuff up in a safe environment? Now that’s fun.