Thumped

Here I was thinking that I'd worked myself up. Running like a champ, if champs were chumps, and doing some weights. No chance some punches and kicks were gonna wear me down, so going to the fighting class I've mentioned felt just about right.

Thumped.

I was worn down by the warm up, umphed by the knees, knocked by a stray elbow, out of gas from the punches, and bruised by the whack-my turn-whack of kicks to the thighs. Hell and damnation I am sore today. Sitting on a shortened break and waiting to give my last test to those wayward adolescents, I do make sure to keep that left leg shifting before it gets stiff enough to send me limping like a man twenty years older.

I have an image to maintain; not old.

Yet.

Right.