Bodycombat is my chosen form of physical poison for a number of reasons.
Firstly, my older sister is rather fond of it and she had introduced it to me the day I started going to the gym. Ever since then, I had been spectacularly uninspired to try out other classes because I am determined to master combat first.
Secondly, the pure adrenalin rush that I experience during combat is deliciously addictive. Rather than just waving your fists in the air, the instructors make special effort to engage your imagination as well, pushing you to believe that there really is an enemy out there and hence, forcing you to exert full force in your moves. How much of a workout you can achieve is entirely up to you and knowing that you have pushed your limits is darn satisfying.
Thirdly, the music can be really good. I am the sort who likes running while plugged into my mobile phone (radio function — iPod is too fat to go jogging with) and it’s nice to vary the physical exertion by moving in accordance to the rhythm of the music.
Here are two tracks that I particularly like to bounce to during combat. The first is a bit of a surprise – Madonna’s Frozen from her Ray of Light album. The remixed version (not this one, though) is hauntingly good, with bits of tribal elements mixed into the electronic mash. I like it so much that I can actually remember the combination of moves that go according to the chorus: jab, cross, upper-cut, upper-cut, right elbow, left elbow.
The next is British girl band Girls Aloud’s Sound of the Underground. Technically, it’s not a combat track because it’s only played during cool-down but boy, do I associate this track with pain. We do push-ups here and hey, it’s not just push-ups! Imagine doing push-ups not in the standard up-down movement but in circular motion. Hello, iron arms needed here!
And then, there are the sit-ups. Again, not just regular sit-ups, but where you lie flat, clasp your hands and then lift your body up in circular motion, with your hands moving from above your chest to your knees and back in similar circular fashion. Trust me, it’s as difficult as it sounds. I usually just lie back flat after like a few times, while my crazy sister and Colleague Pinkbee continue at it for the nth time. Abs of steel, they have.
But it’s okay. One year later, hear me roar: I am Xena!
Ho ho ho.