Body Combat class... actually it was yesterday not today. For anyone not in the know it involves martial arts moves done in a routine to music

So a bit like dancing, suits me fine. It needs to be said that the instructor is scary. She looks very butch and fierce. And I subsequently found out she broke the jaw of a road rage guy who came to her car and started pulling at her.
Anyway. I was happily flinging my arms and legs about, perfectly in time, lost in my little world, when I become aware of the fierce butch instructor very close to me
“POWER!” She screamed in my ear.
“Punch from the shoulder!” I thought I was!
“Imagine someone you don’t like and go for the jaw...aim lower with the leg”Well, desperate to please this fierce instructor and get her away from my ear, I find a certain F1 team leader’s face swimming before my eyes. WHAM!! BANG!! KERPOW!!
At the end of the class the instructor is looking at me with astonishment and admiration.
Today. I cant move. My shoulders, at the back where your arms join on-agony. My neck wont work and keeps going into spasms. You think that sounds bad. You should see Whitmarsh.

Pulverised!!

His smug grin? Gone!
