Monday evening I went to kickboxing class (today is Thursday). I used to go several times a week, but I have not been in months now (hence the tight pants). I go to the gym and run every so often, but I really haven’t worked out hard since early June.
I paid for a year membership at Knuckle Up (the kickboxing place) last December, because I know for a fact that it gets me in shape –quick. It is some hard shizzle! When I was going earlier this year, I might have been in the best shape of my life. Seriously. And on top of that, I was in a great mental state. There’s just something about jabbing, hooking, and round kicking a 150lb dangling bag that not only strengthens your body but also your mind. I raved to pretty much everyone I know about the enormous impact of my kickboxing class (and showed them my biceps).
Then last week, a coworker/friend came to town from South Carolina. He was one of the people I raved to about the awesomeness of kickboxing earlier this year. We hadn’t really stayed in touch too well over the recent months (with my getting engaged and married and his getting engaged) but when he came to town, he definitely wanted to go kickboxing with me… and you know what I said? “I don’t feel like it.”
Really?
Well, I didn’t feel like it. I was exhausted. I’m not even sure why. Probably wasn’t getting enough sleep….but that’s not the point. The point is: I should have gotten off of my lazy ass, gone to kickboxing and spent some quality time with my good friend who was very excited about it.
To my good friend: I am sorry for not playing my part. I was not being a good friend. I wasn’t being a bad one, just not the good one that you deserve. Though you unfortunately did not have the pleasure of kickboxing, thank you for motivating me to get my ass back in ‘the gym’ and bettering my life! I went on Monday. There was a new instructor, and well, he gave me what I deserved. For the next two days I was sore, tired, grumpy and dehydrated. I took notes on how I felt and am dedicating that one to you, because, well. it was BRUTAL. The notes are below. Please forgive me.:) –Tina
Two days after my hard work out with Stephen (that was the instructor’s name), I was in awful shape. I was what you might call ‘exhausted.’ I’ve been through a lot of physical torture, but this might have been the worst two day ‘hangover’ ever. This is how I felt:
"Everything bothers me: even how my pants rub on my day-old shaven legs. My skin itches. I am cold. My mascara is smudged because my eyes itch- and I rub them. I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like listening. I am craving bad foods. I do not want to make a decision: completely indecisive. Taking really deep breaths that others may find offensive: “It’s not you, It’s me.” My legs and arms are all so sore. I don’t want to move them, yet I want to sprint up a hill to stretch them. I want to make weird faces. Stretch those muscles too…."
I really think I just needed a nap and a 32oz jug of water, but I didn’t take a nap and I didn’t drink the water. Instead, I sat at my desk in misery – ‘dreaming’ of a nap and a refill on my water…My brain was not working yesterday…as evident by the notes above...
But today it is, and I have definitely learned from this experience. I am going to get up and go to kickboxing at least once (but try for 2-3 times) a week. I do not want to feel like this again…you know how after you drink way too much, and you wake up the next morning vowing never to drink again… well… this is kinda like that…
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