Monday, June 20, 2011

The unique Liz School of Charm

Back to circuit training tonight after missing the last two weeks. Ffion took great pleasure in telling me that Pat, my usual partner for boxing, has broken her wrist so 'you'll have to box me.'

Pat is a lady of my age and very genteel. (And she always smells lovely.) Ffion is a teenager who punches like Henry Cooper. I feel all weak and feeble already.

Pat wears bracelets and necklaces even to training; if I wore my bracelet I would either:
break it;
scratch somebody;
or get tangled up in the equipment.

I sometimes wonder how I came to be so inept. But I've come to the conclusion that my stupidity is part of what I like to think of as 'my charm'.

As long as I can keep believing that, I won't be overcome by inadequacy. Maybe.

5 comments:

jams o donnell said...

Ah I am sure that you will be able to take the young upstart with a fierce uppercut!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

I agree with jams.

Liz said...

I managed to punch myself on the nose!

Suburbia said...

I think I'd have retired gracefully!! I am great at being inept tho'!

Liz said...

you and me both, suburbia.