My first real class
About a week after my initial trial, I felt like I was ready to go back in. My soreness and stiffness had waned enough that I could run again, get back to my regular push-up routine (I had upped my push-up game to 100 per day!), and I could put pants and shoes on without nearly being brought to tears due to pain. If I hadn't mentioned this earlier, my toes were severely bruised, and my feet were puffy for days from improper, repeated kicks against the heavy bag. Once I was ready, though, I found out which classes were best for beginners, and I signed up for a full month. The gym had a few pairs of new boxing gloves and handwraps at decent prices, so I purchased them when I went in. I had no idea how to wrap my hands, so instead of asking around (I'm pretty damn shy and really awkward), I just put on the gloves without first wrapping my wrists and hoped for the best. I knew I had no intention of knocking a bag off it's hinges, ...