being lara croft
This evening I was Lara Croft. It was brilliant: all I had to do was walk into the “Kickpuls” session at the gym and bam I was in the midst of a neatly choreographed rectangle of people kicking, punching, lunging and jumping to loud, angry music. “You’re poison! I want to hurt you just to hear you scream my name!” lets you fit in a double punch with a shuffle, a high backwards kick and a leaping double kick.
It was immensely satisfying and I’ve got to say my mirror image looked really cool. Especially that jumping high and doing a double kick in midair thing.
And now I think I’ll curl up in bed and watch one of those series where sexy young women beat up monsters, vampires, mutants or simply bad guys. There are so many of them nowadays I won’t even have to check the schedule.