Float like a Butterfly, Sting Like... uh ... Try Not to Puke

So our fiancées and wives got together for Christmas and got three (Me, Blake and Anthony) of us gift certificates for 6 boxing lessons. Last night was our first lesson at Cappy's Gym in Seattle's Central District.

Being that we're all incredibly finely-tuned athletes, we knew we'd go in and kick ass. That was until the actual exercise started. I think Blake is in better shape than Anthony and I, who were ready to go outside and puke after the first 30 minute warm-up time. We kept it down, caught our breath and proceeded with the pugilism.

For the last hour, the actual boxing got cranked up. We didn't expect it, but on the first night we were full-on punching each other. We wore the head gear, mouthpieces, gloves, hand wraps and all. It was a group lesson, so we ended up sparring with others that were more experienced than ourselves. We even got some advice- "See that guy- he punches hard."

5 more to go and I'm looking forward to it. I now know to pace myself during the initial warm up and not to punch people in the back of the head.