Take the title, sing it to the tune of Hold Me Closer Tiny Dancer, and you have an idea of what happens in my head when I see the inevitable shadow boxer at the gym.
I have worked out at a lot of gyms and there seems to be one at each one. How they shadow box varies...some shadow box between work sets, some even go full MMA - throwing in kicks, jabs and roundabouts - and then there is the guy at my new gym, who stands in front of the mirror in the free weights section for 30 minutes - taking up precious space, mind you - floating like a butter fly and stinging like a bee. With himself. At first I thought he was warming up for a workout, but then he seemed to be satisfied with the fight (maybe he won by KO!) and left. Seems like an interesting way to spend a monthly fee. And it's distracting...makes me laugh and messes up my work sets.
I know. I shouldn't judge. To each his own and whatever works and all that fun fluffy stuff. I just don't get it. Anymore than I got the chick at Pivotal who spent two hours every day in the mirror of the women's section dancing like she was on acid at Woodstock. I just don't get it.
But I guess some people just don't get what I do either. I know a lot of people who would happily undergo a root canal rather than lift weights, so I guess it is to each his own.
Rock on, shadow boxer.
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