Today has been a very interesting day in the land of Dizz. I began my work day with a two and a half hour training course on Islamic Awareness. In this session I learned all about what makes a good Muslim, I ate some extremely delicious bhaji and pakora, I did a quiz to ensure I had been paying attention to the first half of the training session, some people tried on the hajib, and then we dispelled a few myths about Muslim Women. I had hoped there would be seconds of the yummy treats but sadly the lids had gone back on them as it was time to go. I did however get a goodie bag containing my very own copy of the Qu'ran...
The middle part of the day was your usual dull work work work stuff...
And then this evening I went to a kickboxing class. I've always wanted to try kickboxing but never been able to find a beginners class, until very recently. I was a bit worried when I first got there as it was basically a testosterone overload and I was feeling very out of place, but gradually more people showed up and some of them were laydeez like myself, phew. So for the next 50 minutes I stretched, jogged round the gym one way then changed direction, did press ups, crunches, kicks, punches, sparring, more kicking, more punching, put my hands inside extremely smelly boxing gloves and hand guards, and basically had a rather brilliant time! I absolutely loved it. Particularly when we were punching, I had a very specific face in mind, I'm sure some of you can imagine who (and no, it wasn't Wavey, never!). Summing up, it was totally knackerising but incredibly enjoyable! I definitely want to go back again, the only downside is that I can pay as I go for 3 sessions and then I have to join the club and it's rather expensive. Tomorrow I intend to find out if there's somewhere else I can do it as I definitely want to keep going, if nothing else all the stretching, press ups etc is a really good work out.
And now I'm laid out on the sofa wondering if I will actually be able to move tomorrow. I'm sure I've used every single muscle in my body. So should you see me tomorrow hobbling around looking pained, remind me how much I said I loved it!
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of course I see no mention from the modest Dizz regarding the weeping student !
At the morning bus stop she meets a weeping student ... off to the local University for an important exam ... only to find her bus ticket has expired she has no money and no prospect of alternative travel.
Dizz puts an arm around her, pays her fare and escorts her to the university.
lets hear it for the Dizz !
PS: I wonder what percentage of kickboxers are librarians ?
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