Today I went to the gym. Again. I've been twice this week already and contrary to popular belief, it has nothing to do with Radio 1. Today I decided to go and do their class on Body Combat in an attempt to see if I remembered any of my karate. I did karate when I was younger and nearly got to black belt but I went for my test and passed two out of the three things and never went back to retake the last thing. But as I demonstrated to Ali before I left the house [to Ali, not on Ali], I still remember most of my kicks and stuff. So I went along.

Bloody hell, it was tiring. And bits of it confused me because, well I can punch and kick using the techniques of martial arts, but I can't box to save my life. I never even watch boxing on tv unless it's the Olympics and we have a chance of a medal. So trying to make me do uppercuts with any kind of power is quite difficult. I swear that's why my arms are hurting now and obviously not the fact that I am unfit. And then I got confused when she said sidekick because to the best of my knowledge, there are two types of sidekick. Which one did she mean? So I settled into doing one of each safe in the knowledge that at least one might be right.

And then she said something that confused me even more, "Kick slowly". I think she meant hold the kick a bit but I have never kicked anything or anyone slow in my life and I wasn't about to start then. If someone attacked you, you wouldn't kick slow, so I didn't. And then it got to the end of the class, all confusion was over and I went home safe in the knowledge that I can still beat the crap out of thin air.

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