I was just thinking...

Several years ago my wife decided that I oops I mean we, needed to start taking better care of myself. She enlisted the help of Billy Blanks to get me up and moving. I have to be honest I started off pretty good, after all I had done a little bit of kick boxing in my "younger" years.

I started off with the little introductory workout and it was cool, not too bad. I eventually worked my way up to the 20 minute workout he had and we were cool with that. Seeing a little bit of progress and the return of my youthful vigor and figure I decided to try for more.

Feeling confident I accepted his eight minute advanced challenge it was indeed challenging, but I hung in there. Then I made the dummy move, in a moment of excitement combined with a small amount of delusional grandeur I decided that I could take him on in his 1 hour ab challenge. I suited up and the match was underway.

I came out swinging and kicking... and kicking... and kicking...I'll spare you the gory details...but let's just say that Billy kicked my but right back to reality. I haven't spoken to him since, choosing to bike ride or nature walk to maintain my physical fitness. I hear him calling sometimes in the early morning as other people are hanging out and training with him...but I respond by turning up my headphones as I ride away on my bike.

I am starting to think that it is time for a rematch between he and I. After all I am turning forty, and am feeling kind of spry. In fact I'm feeling a lot like George Foreman when he came out of retirement to do a little butt kicking himself. Yeah...I think I can take Billy Blanks...you might not want to watch this...because this time it's not gonna be pretty!

Now excuse me while I go talk with Mr Blanks..."Hey Billy!" "Get Over Here!"



While I'm begging and pleading with Billy, you can check out some real martial arts masters: