Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Kickboxing kicked my butt
I must’ve said that at least 10 times between my bed and the treadmill this morning.
As you know (because everyone keeps up with my daily routine, I’m certain), I am walking the treadmill five days a week and going to exercise class three days a week.
I’ve been doing Zumba, but because I’ll have to miss this Saturday for a little something called the Final Four, I decided to go ahead and get in an exercise class last night.
Zumba isn’t offered on Mondays, so I chose kickboxing.
Holy Mother of Joints and Muscles.
I had been feeling pretty good about my workouts. I’m increasing my morning walks bit by bit. I’m shakin’, rattlin’ and rollin’ along in Zumba.
But kickboxing is a whole other bear.
I did kickboxing for quite some time when I lost the 90 pounds several years ago, so I knew what I was getting into. I just had repressed the memories of pain, I guess.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: It’s the best workout I’ve ever experienced.
And I need that.
In the month I’ve been doing this, I’ve actually started to notice my legs feeling tighter. But my upper body is still nothing but jiggle.
I was starting to fear I’d end up looking a bit like a candy apple – giant, round top with stick legs.
Kickboxing will take care of that eventually. There’s not a part of your body that doesn’t get a workout in kickboxing.
I swear even my scalp hurts.
So I think that despite the wishes of my sore muscles, I’m gonna change one of my Zumba days to a kickboxing day.
And I’m glad that day is over for this week.
Great. Now I’m craving a candy apple …