Despite the fact that I love the people I train with here at the Gordon’s Bay Funakoshi Karate dojo, the one thing that I do lament is the lack of bag training, understandable due to the space restriction, class size, and low-cost nature of the operation, but lamentable nevertheless.

So finally I’ve decided to do something about this.

I went out and bought my very own, extra large punching bag.

Heading out to Somerset Mall one day during lunch (early searches on Gumtree and OLX had proved fruitless), I made a whirlwind tour of Sportsman’s Warehouse, Somerset Sports, Mr Price Sport, and Game – going into the hunt pretty much blind, but knowing just how much I was willing to spend.

As luck would have it, the last place I thought I would actually find something, never mind buy something (because they are usually the most expensive out of the lot), actually had what I was looking for – and even better yet, they were running a special, meaning that for an over-sized extra large bag, I could save R100 and pick it up for a cool R400 instead of the usual 500 bucks!

After much deliberation between the one available at Game and the one in Sportsman’s Warehouse (the other two shops had proved a bust), I opted to take the special and proceeded to grab a sturdy, bright red Headstart punching bag, carry it over to the tills, hand over my wad of cash (or swipe my credit card if you will), before bundling it into my little Getz and racing off back home before my lunch break finally ran out.

With a little ingenuity, help of a ladder and an old white karate belt, I proceeded to attach my heavy punching back to our driveway shade cover, before proceeding to happily beat and kick the crap out of the taunting red bag, in the process making sure that the new strain on the structure won’t bring down the carport on top of me – which of course wouldn’t be cool at all. (Or in other words, wifey would kill me!)

There is a bit of noise, but it seems to be alright and holding strong, meaning that from here on out, every time I walk in and out of my house, I can first work up a bit of a sweat and get rid of any frustrations which might be lingering around me! :)

(Oh, and it turns out that Chantelle is quite fond of giving it a good kick or a punch every time she comes in as well. Must be a lot of stress over at the guest house then…)