Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Pink Boxing Gloves
A few months ago, I joined a boxing gym, which is totally out of character for me. But, not only did I join a boxing gym, I also bought pink boxing gloves at the same time! Pink!! And not just the boxing gloves, either, but the hand wraps as well. When I show up for my boxing classes now, I am adorned in pink, down to the skin. Maybe I will buy a pink workout shirt, or pink underwear to go with these purchases. This whole pink thing wouldn't be that weird, except that I almost never buy anything pink. Even as a child, I rejected anything whose primary color palette included pink. I have always thought it was kindof a blah color, and associated it with Barbie dolls and bubble gum. Pink was a color other girls could wear. Pretty girls. Those girls. Not me. It is like I somehow thought I didn't qualify for the pink team.
When I bought these gloves, though, I absolutely HAD to have pink. The excuses I made to rationalize this purchase were that my kids won't steal them, and they support breast cancer research. It was my civic duty to buy these gloves! But when I got to my car, I was kindof horrified. PINK. Pink boxing gloves. I wanted to hide them under something, but boxing gloves are actually kindof enormous, so that didn't work. I had to live with my purchase. I had to own up to owning pink boxing gloves.
Three days later, I had to brave bringing them in to my boxing gym for my very first personal training session. It came free with the gym membership, or believe me, I would not have signed up for this. First of all, personal training has historically been a nightmare of convincing some well-intentioned, but less-than-helpful, gym guy that no, I don't want to talk about how I should lose weight, or how I should take on fat shame, or why I should follow their diet plan (which I know they themselves have never tried). I hate that, because it is exhausting, and makes me want to run screaming from the gym. Strange how shame is such a powerful de-motivator... but I digress. I have honestly avoided personal training for years, but this time I really did need to know something about boxing. I am completely out of my element with this, . So not only did I end up meeting a personal trainer, I found myself doing this wearing pink boxing gloves.
And, guess what? Boxing, even with a personal trainer, is totally fun. My trainer is this cute little guy who laughs with me (instead of at me - important distinction!) and never says a word about burning calories or firming my butt. Instead he teaches me how to box, or kickbox, or whatever I feel like learning. I heard he made some other woman puke, but I think that is gym-myth. He laughed when I asked him about it - but neither confirmed or denied it. At any rate, he does really bring a kick-your-butt workout, but we laugh the whole time. Which is pretty easy, because I am, after all, wearing pink boxing gloves. How seriously can one take oneself wearing these things?
And now, I am off to boxing class, which has become a regular routine for me, even though it has not gotten any easier. Super fun! And, I blame all of this on HAES, because without it I might never have taken the risk of doing something out of my element. Or wearing pink. Viva la Revolution!!
Posted by Rachel at 4:06 PM