If you've followed along with me at all over on my FaceCrack page (a.k.a. Facebook) you may have noticed I've taken a giant leap into the wonderful world of kickboxing over the past few months...
|This is how I picture me.|
I'm thinking...Hmmm, I can kick and punch something really, really hard and I won't hurt anyone? Or get hit
back? Where do I sign, where do I sign?
Here, let me get a pin to prick your finger with - because you're signing in blood :)
All that sarcasm up there... cast it aside.
Just don't cast it too far because my muscles are aching like you can't believe and I don't want to have to reach.
Truth - I love this crap!
I can kick and punch things - get my frustrations out while exercising!
Another truth - it is the hardest work out I've ever done in my life. I used to totally wimp out after 40 minutes, but I just keep on going.
Hand me my coffee cup, will ya? I'm having a little difficulty lifting it right now...
Let me tell you my kickboxing story...
I started back in February. The Wednesday before I was schedule to go visit my son in San Diego. I kicked, I punched, I exercised and the next day - I hurt like hell. The day after that, I got the flu. UG.
So I didn't go back for a while - a two week while, actually, and then I went back.
Still recovering on week #3 of the now respiratory version of the fabulous flu. I can't breathe and my energy level is zapped.
There's Mr. Shiek -- knees up higher - higher. Kick, Kick.
Dude, I'm an old bag -- one of the oldest in the class. Mercy, I ask...
Yet he continues...Push yourself, push yourself. Lunge, squat, kick -- Here, catch these 5 lb weights and do it again. Now squat and jump to the ceiling. Medicine ball time...Jump squat, jump squat.
WHAT?? Why am I jumping? Is there a mouse somewhere?? Holy hell - what did I sign up for. Move, move - he says. So I'm moving and gasping for air. Sweat is pouring from my brow like it's trying to escape my body and all I want is a small sip of water... hell, I want to dunk my head into a barrel of water and just stay there. Where do you thing you'rrrrrrre going, missy?? Jump, jump higher - faster now kick, kick, kick - punch, punch, punch. I think I hate him. I told him so. I told him, "Mr. Sheik - tomorrow, we may not be friends." He laughed his evil laugh and told me to straighten my back and do 20 more squats.... faster....
You wanted this Jenn -- you asked for it. Oh wait, that was children.... Well same crap - children is what put my body into this state. Children is what kicked my once beautiful six pack abs into a squishyy old milk carton.
More truth... I started in February. During that month I went maybe 3 times total. Maybe. In March, I started to build up to 2 -3 times a week faithfully.
Do I still ache afterwards? You bet your sweet cheeks I do! BUT, I keep losing weight! I am stronger and can do almost the entire class without too many breaks. I look forward to going. I WANT to go.
Not only because I can kick and punch the crap out of inanimate objects, but because I am weirdly looking forward to the pain that I will feel on day #2 because that means I am doing something! It means that at almost 50, this chick is working back toward my 20 something physique. Ok, 30 something physique. I'll take it!!!
Let me be very clear.... I HATE to exercise. I LOVE kickboxing.
How incredibly weird is that?
Thank you for reading my mish mosh of whatever today.
I know it's not my most fabulous post, but it will help someone. Right??
Have a wonderful day!!