The Degrees of Energy Transference
We ain’t talking about heat processes neither.
I walked into kickboxing class the other evening to join some other badass Albanian women. I attend an all women’s class three times a week. Where we are fortunate to punch, kick and hit the guards held by our trainer’s other male students. This is my first ever kickboxing class, but I’m pretty sure this type of training is better than sparring with your newbie classmate. I would be afraid of accidentally hitting or punching my classmate in the face, but these guys in this class can take it. One of them being the current champion of Prishtine, Kosovo, the person I was matched up with this particular evening.
I walked in tired, exhausted from the day, rallying myself up to come to class even though I could barely hold a pencil in my hand. I walked through that door and congratulated myself for bringing myself thus far. Then I was partnered up with the best of the best in the class. I couldn’t even catch my breath between the rounds rotating myself and the other woman. Who punched and kicked the guards in seconds before he turned around to me to begin again.
I was tired and slow in my punches and kicks as my other classmate next to me complained of her guy who held their guards. His hands were limp and loose as he held the guards, his energy like a lump of coal, his eyes glazed over as his…
