it will rain • Chaelisa

• Fight and Therapy Classes

Point of view Lalisa Manoban

I looked once again at the name of the street I was following, I was happy to remember the name and number that Jennie had given me.

I stopped in front of a large fight studio, with the name Kim on it.

I entered the space, opening the door and coming across some people training, they didn't pay attention to me, I walked to the reception noticing a woman standing there fiddling with something at the register.

- Hello good afternoon. — I said, taking her attention, she looked at me smiling.

— Good afternoon, I can help you.

— Well, me. — I spoke a little shyly with my hands in the pocket of the coat I was wearing. — Is Jennie around here?

— What would you like to talk to her about?

- I just want. — I cleared my throat looking around again, I was starting to sweat. — She asked me to come.

— Lisa!! — I heard her voice behind me and I turned to Jennie, relieved that she had appeared.

— Hi Jennie. — I said, hugging her tightly. — I thought you weren't.

— I was back there training a little. — Only then did I realize that Jennie was wearing workout clothes.

A black sports bra with red short shorts, Jennie had a body that would take your breath away.

She pulled me by the hand to the place she was before, a room full of boxing bags, I saw a shelf with several gloves organized next to each other.

— It's pretty big here. — I said walking around the room.

— And how was it with your wife?

- Everything worked. — I said, smiling and leaning against a counter. — I did what you said, I told her the truth.

— I knew it would work. — She said excitedly, looking carefully at the pairs of gloves. — This should do the trick. — Jennie said, taking one of them and coming towards me. — Take off that coat.

— What are you up to? — I said, taking it off, leaving just my t-shirt on. — I didn't prepare to do this today.

— I just want you to try a little. — I gave her one hand and she fitted the glove, closing it around my wrist, she did the same with the other, both were black.

Jennie went to the gloves again, taking a pair for herself and putting them both on very easily, she should have done this a long time ago.

— Are you the only teacher here? — I asked curiously.

— No, I don't teach anymore.

— Really?, I thought I could.

— I taught classes a few months ago, but my routine started to get heavy and I couldn't balance it with work, now I just come to train.

Jennie positioned herself in front of one of the bags, separating her legs and doing some kind of breathing before starting some blows. I watched her carefully, trying to keep everything in. She made a gesture with her head indicating that I was imitating her movements, and that's what I did.

Throwing a few punches at the heavy object in front of me, the feeling was difficult to explain, it was as if I was hitting someone who didn't fight back like in a conventional fight, we both started doing the movements together and I just felt like hitting more , and stronger. We stayed there for long minutes, until my breathing started to fail while Jennie remained intact by my side.