Cardio m-f-ing boxing. Day 2. I love it. Ha, and Rocky 3 is on right now. I pity the fool!
So, class tonight. Not as tough as the first time but still a great class. We were throwing some combos and the instructor was walking around making sure everyone had some sort of form. He got to me as I was all jab cross hook uppercut hook hook slip hook to the body hook to the head and he looked at me a little funny and asked if it was my first class. I told him that, no, it was my second class. He then asked if I had taken classes somewhere else before, but no, I haven’t. He seemed perplexed. I told him that I watched a lot of boxing on tv (thanks Solo Boxeo, HBO and Showtime!) and grew up with mostly boys (thanks to both Shawns, Runner, Harpo, Matilsh, Justin, Larry, the Cathers brothers and everyone else who put me through the paces) and he said he could tell. Then I blew a snot bubble. Scheck-shay!
Next combo rolls around and I’m all jab cross hook uppercut hook hook slip hook to the body hook to the head move and jab move and jab move and jab cross jab cross and he came over and said that he’d have me in the ring in no time. I told him that I really wasn’t interested in getting hit in the head and he said that’s why we slip. Ha! Touche!
Let it just be said that I love these classes. I’m going to shoot for three a week of the cardio boxing before I step it up to the cardio kickboxing class. I. Will. Kick. Your. ASS! With that being said, it appears that I may be a natural. Now, I know that there are one or two of you who have a smart ass comment regarding any natural ability I have at sports (I’m looking at you Negativo and Ant), and let me repeat: I. Will. Kick. Your. Ass. 😛
Well, I’m whooped. I’m gonna go make love to some extra strength Tylenol and Blue-Emu super strength and hit the sack. With an uppercut.
Missed a day.
In major need of relaxation so I won’t be writing, well, pretty much anything. Good night!
And I’m not talking about some strange combination of #7 and #22.
This morning, after months and months of pretty much not doing anything physical, I thought it would be a good idea to go to a cardio boxing class. <insert coughing and gasping for air here> Kicked. My. Ass. There were some really cool things about the class such as the music. It started off hip-hop and it seemed that right when I was going to collapse from exhaustion, the music switched over to some RATM and NIN so I could suck it up and use that rage on the heavy bag. After 45 minutes of punches, squats, lunges, jumping and circling the bag, it was time for abs!! Did I make it all the way? Well, let’s just say I didn’t fully quit. I had to take some breaks, but overall, a good job. I’m looking forward to Monday. If I can lift my arms and get rehydrated, that is. Hello, Gatorade.
It shall not go without being said. HERE WE GO, STEELERS. HERE WE GO!!!
I must go rest.
I’ll be calling this one short and sweet. It’s Friday and I’m ridiculously tired after not sleeping well for the last two nights. I’ll be taking a little sleep aid and waking up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for my kickboxing class in the morning.
Have a good night. The “Big Game” is almost here!
This early evening at the chiropractor, the good doctor was checking my hip/hamstring flexibility. I felt like he was just moving my leg around but apparently there was a method to his madness. He claimed that I am “very flexible”. Some of you who read this will know that I am NOT very flexible, at least not by my standards. (I hold myself to the impossible standards of people who have been seriously stretching for a long time, like people who work for Cirque.)
So here’s the test: lie flat on your back and either see how far you can lift your leg or how far someone else can lift it for you. Doctor says that the typical flexibility range is between 45 and 70 degrees. That’s the angle between your leg and the floor. Angle ABC where A is your toe, B is your butt, and C is the space where your foot used to be on the floor. I don’t think that’s a heck of a lot of flexibility, but I don’t know, you tell me. What’s your angle? I can push about 110 but he also wasn’t trying to stretch me.
In my neverending quest for fitness or at least some somewhat fun way to get some exercise, next week I’m going to try out LA Boxing. I’m planning to start with a little cardio boxing then move to kickboxing. If I am super pissed off, like I was today, then I might go the MMA route. Y’all know me and I can see you nodding your head going, “yup, I totally see her doing that.” I’ll let you know if I can move at the end of next week. I didn’t forget you Zumba. I still love you. I might even still come see you too. I’m gonna be hawt AND I’ll kick your ass.
Nothing lightens your mood like Winter Wipeout.
Lair creation is right on schedule. Tv and stand: check. Sexy floor lamp with bendy arms: check. Two great big beanbags: check (well, ordered today anyway). You know, because it’s not enough to have an office in which to write, I need every space to be utilized and pretty. All this to try to rearrange it at some later point when we move. Fun!
Okay, for realz, I need to work on my book outline. Be good, kids!
And of course, let us not forget:
HERE WE GO, STEELERS, HERE WE GO!!!! #SteelerNation #StairwayToSeven