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Summer Term at Ninja High.
Jun. 4th, 2004 03:07 pmThese days I have two Ninja Masters. Ninja Master 1, who teaches me tai Chi, is Andy.
Andy reminds me of one of these old men in Kung Fu films who gets picked on by the mocking street gang and then kicks their heads in. He's been training to be a Ninja Master for more than 20 years and is, predictably, hard as nails. He's also got that modest nothing-to-prove attitude that really tells you just how much self-confidence he has by not being forthcoming about that self-same confidence.
Ninja Master 2 is the sort of person you'd want to be teach you kickboxing and circuit training: he's a stocky black guy with a shaved head and a line in invective which wouldn't have been out of place in Full Metal Jacket.
Ninja Master 2 runs two classes on Thursday night, and it's seen as a mark of some nailsness to attend both. He really does push you, and so usually by the end of the first class I'm staggering about crying "Pills, pills! In my jacket pocket!" and complaining that I can no longer feel my left arm. The rest of the class comprises of people like Sofia, who combines the fitness and flexibilty of an athelete and a highly paid pornstar, and Szil, who looks like he relaxes in between classes by jogging up mountains with a couple of anvils on his back.*
Still, the point of this post is simply to boast that last night, for the first time ever, I managed both of Ninja Master 2's classes - from 6pm - 9pm of circuit training and kickboxing.
What is more, I feel utterly great today. My muscles are singing little songs of happiness, which wasn't at all what I expected.
Go me.
*Szil is very popular with female members of the class as he's got an exotic accent and muscle definition. I, on the other hand, sound like Doctor Evil and have muscle definition in the same way that blancmanges are shaped like rabbits.
Andy reminds me of one of these old men in Kung Fu films who gets picked on by the mocking street gang and then kicks their heads in. He's been training to be a Ninja Master for more than 20 years and is, predictably, hard as nails. He's also got that modest nothing-to-prove attitude that really tells you just how much self-confidence he has by not being forthcoming about that self-same confidence.
Ninja Master 2 is the sort of person you'd want to be teach you kickboxing and circuit training: he's a stocky black guy with a shaved head and a line in invective which wouldn't have been out of place in Full Metal Jacket.
Ninja Master 2 runs two classes on Thursday night, and it's seen as a mark of some nailsness to attend both. He really does push you, and so usually by the end of the first class I'm staggering about crying "Pills, pills! In my jacket pocket!" and complaining that I can no longer feel my left arm. The rest of the class comprises of people like Sofia, who combines the fitness and flexibilty of an athelete and a highly paid pornstar, and Szil, who looks like he relaxes in between classes by jogging up mountains with a couple of anvils on his back.*
Still, the point of this post is simply to boast that last night, for the first time ever, I managed both of Ninja Master 2's classes - from 6pm - 9pm of circuit training and kickboxing.
What is more, I feel utterly great today. My muscles are singing little songs of happiness, which wasn't at all what I expected.
Go me.
*Szil is very popular with female members of the class as he's got an exotic accent and muscle definition. I, on the other hand, sound like Doctor Evil and have muscle definition in the same way that blancmanges are shaped like rabbits.
