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I printed the registration forms for the RSB (Rock Solid Boxing) classes--they are not all that intimidating. They are pro forma documents for a small business--required legal documents. I also sent the coordinator a set of class times--that I'd integrated with my dance activities. I looking at starting with two classes a week--and expanding to three classes after I get some sessions under my belt.

It was clear from yesterday's class--that it is not easy. It's a tough 1.5 hour workout--and will be more chaotic than last night's sampler. There were only two boxers last night--and two observers plus a caregiver. Five people in a small space--the filled classes have to be jammed when they get together.

A part of me wants to say thanks but no thanks--and not put myself into what I imagine will be a difficult environment. Another part of me is hopeful that I can stick with the program--and get some benefit from the activities. Benefits like less symptoms--and more able to be in life and more dancing.

The location is a minus--it's the most distant of any place I now go to for classes. Rescue is about the same distance as RSB--but with a lot less traffic. The classes are midday--which helps with the RT's a bit.

No dance class today--she hopes to get back on schedule next week. But that may be wishful thinking on her part--her mate is really banged up from the fall. And he has several surgeries scheduled--plus months of rehabilitation.

Hopefully, they started his surgeries today--he has been going through a horrible set of delays. People came in with more severe injuries--and he got pushed down the triage list.

Tomorrow I'll go to the Sport's Authority--and check out the boxing gear. I have to purchase a few items--hand wraps, light gloves (?), some gym shoes (?), and whatever. We shall see--said the blind man!