tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463512.post112549971401334862..comments2024-01-01T09:20:22.363-05:00Comments on Brutal Women: I Miss Beating the Crap Out of StuffUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463512.post-1126302038620213312005-09-09T17:40:00.000-04:002005-09-09T17:40:00.000-04:00wow, do i feel your pain. my super awesome boxing ...wow, do i feel your pain. my super awesome boxing trainer is leaving my (affordable/filthy/wonderful) boxing gym for a new, um, really expensive "studio." my heart's broken, too. don't worry, you'll find something to hit soon. <BR/><BR/><A></A><A></A>Posted by<A><B> </B></A><A HREF="http://knifefight.typepad.com" REL="nofollow" TITLE="g dot braddock at gmail dot com">gail</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463512.post-1125563730598831672005-09-01T04:35:00.000-04:002005-09-01T04:35:00.000-04:00I got through grad school in an all women's full c...I got through grad school in an all women's full contact kick-boxing class. It felt so good to go and pummel the crap out of the bags as a way of dealing with pent up aggression. Then I blew out my knee (!) and spent about a year getting back. No kick-boxing for me now, but I have a heavy bag (one of the water bags) in the middle of my apartment and I regularly bash it when I get home from Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7463512.post-1125519824267137032005-08-31T16:23:00.000-04:002005-08-31T16:23:00.000-04:00I'm with you. I always feel better when I get to b...I'm with you. I always feel better when I get to beat up an things regularly. Life's just not the same without it. <BR/><BR/><A></A><A></A>Posted by<A><B> </B></A><A HREF="http://brutalwomen.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss-beating-crap-out-of-stuff.html#comments" REL="nofollow" TITLE="cindy dot wood at insightbb dot com">Tapetum</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com