Kickboxing

I started a new fitness class today: cardio kickboxing. I've never actually taken a fitness class before. I am more of a run around and get physical kind of person than having a fitness routine to follow. But, I figured, hey, I'm here in Cleveland living a new life, I might as well throw in a new method of exercise.

Last night, with a tinge of excitement, I reminded Jeff that I was starting kickboxing today. Without a hint of sarcasm Jeff explained how he was so very excited for me. He continued to let me know that he thought it was not going to be what I thought. He predicted I would be winded and feel as though this was quite the workout. I hardly believe that, since I am in tip-top shape, although I am smart enough to know I would probably be using different muscles than my body is used to.

Once class started, I almost felt silly. It seemed a lot like jazzersize. I was wanting to throw punches and kicks that would knock people out. But, I went along with the side steps, toe points, and arm swinging. Maybe I went in with the wrong attitude, knowing it wouldn't be as much fun as Thursday night basketball was last year, but that is simply because it is not basketball. Midway through the class, I caught myself looking at the clock. At that point I decided I needed to focus and enjoy what I was doing, rather than wishing to be involved in a more physical activity. Kickboxing is supposed to give me a good cardio workout. It's not for body checking and bloody noses. I wouldn't mind actually kickboxing against an opponent, but the middle school cafeteria is not the place that is going to happen, but this could be a step towards that!

My inspiring thoughts were rudely interrupted by the announcement of a water break. As the other girls huffed and puffed red-faced over to their water bottles, I seriously contemplated running sprints across the cafeteria to help break into a sweat.

While breaking, the teacher gave encouraging words to those grunting in dismay. These words of encouragement sounded weird in my ears as I have had nothing but drill sergeant type coaches ever since I out-aged CYO basketball. I am not used to the kind tones that were coming out of her mouth. I mean, one coach could stomp her foot and send vibrations of anger through the gym floor and directly up my spine. And I loved it. I thrived on it. But this, this was like a different world.

Anyways, once we got back at it, I changed my mind, and enjoyed that class. I felt that the level of exercise was not as challenging as I would have liked it to be, but it is definitely something I will continue to do twice a week while Enrique Inglesia techno music blares through the cafeteria. The entire time I wondered if this was the type of exercise the typical woman does. Let's face it, I would not be considered her.

Then, to prove my point, the instructor asked that we all try to get in some sort of exercise before our next class on Tuesday, even if it is simply a brisk walk. As my eyes rolled, she asked if I could handle that. I think she is asking way too much!