I have just been clearing through my back log of emails and found this one I received from a client last summer after a ladies kickboxing course I ran;
Kickboxing was his favourite game (that is how he achieved his great fame) With a jab, thrust, side kick and punch He'd take on the world - and all before lunch Rain or shine he'd stand by our side He'd flash his navel with power and pride Keep going he'd say to us : just 'one more lap' Quivering, we'd run (he won't take any crap) The jelly would wobble, u could see the sweat fall Kick higher he'd say (he terrified us all) Twisting and turning we'd try to comply With squat thrusts and lunges but it was pie in the sky Cos with our bellies, our cankles and bingo wings We knew to avoid those iced donut rings But for some the temptation proved just way too much All we wanted were abs that were hard to the touch Richard we'd say (he must be called sir) Let us rest a bit please! but he'd twizzle and twirl With his punching pad and gloves he'd show us the groove Spinning and kicking - he really does move So the star jumps were last - by then we were wrecked (Me I was busting from all the water I'd necked) So I held in my bum and clenched both my cheeks Wondering How on earth will I last all of 6 weeks? I was starting to think I might feint or fall over My thighs were quite weak- I was the colour of clover About to give up, collapse and shut down 2 laps he yelled : all the way round!! And so it goes on until 4 o clock By which time i thought my muscles would lock Red in the face we stood there all 3 Just waiting for home time so we could be free Free to partake of a lovely cream tea A muffin perhaps, oh heck why not 3? We've earned it we say, at hams fitness class The best in the Land - and he has the best ???&
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Gave me a good laugh!