I was just trying for more speed while backkicking my waterbag when I saw an image of someone moving in the mirror. Suddenly aware of being watched I turned to look at a bunch of teenagers. They were grinning and giving me thumbs-up.
I tried for a cool smile and kept on kicking my sandbag. Somehow I felt the urge to show off some superior double-triple-trickser-spin-thingy (oftentimes I feel the urge to impress teens as I feel the urge to make children smile). Then my mind reminded me of the unstretched wretchedness of my body. I kept on doing my sidekicks, double- and triplesidekicks, tried a few other easy kicks – but I stil felt them watching.
After maybe 20 kicks the situation turned awkward. They were obviously waiting for something cool to happen. (Sorry, folks. Just untrained little me and the sandbag and the giggling baby.)
The situation was awkward as they didn’t pass by but kept watching and talking to each other while – gnaaah- pointing at me.
I took the baby up in my arms, showed it to the crowd as if to apologize for leaving because of the hungry baby (who was in fact perfectly happy sitting on the matress in my work-out room) and