Kickboxing kicked my ass.

Seriously. I feel like I just got beat up. And what’s worse is I beat up MYSELF!!!!!!!!! Ha. How hilarious and yet utterly pathetic is that? I took a cardio kickboxing class tonight just to try it out. I’ve wanted to do something high energy that would allow me to finally triumph in a mock grappling tournament AJ and I partake in frequently in my apartment.

Don’t think those dreams are going to come to fruition. I am in good shape. I can run a 6 minute mile if I HAVE to…I can work out for an hour on the elliptical machine and I can power walk for long distances with the best of them—I can do this stuff. I can kind of lift weights–I say kind of because I can do it if the machine’s not too technical (hate messing with them) and it’s not too terribly heavy–I’m just not strong people!!!!

Anyway I’m in good shape! At least I thought so before tonight. I had to sit down in the middle of a 3 minute heat–they do 3 minute intervals of whatever it is you’re supposed to be doing—kicking, punching, upper-cutting (yes, new word). I had to sit down during one of these—on the bench. SIT DOWN! I thought I was going to pass out. Seriously started seeing stars. One second I was fine beating the living daylights out of my “assailant” and the next it was like my heart kicked in to overdrive–went from 0 to 200 in about 2 seconds. It hit me that fast. It was the strangest most horrible sensation. So I sat down for about 3-4 minutes. The blood started recirculating through my body (this is a good thing!) and I didn’t feel so queasy. So I got back up and joined the class again. The instructor said I was brave for rejoining the class cause I looked a little pale… yes…more pale than I already am.

The last 15 minutes or so of class was spent doing major ab workouts and lots of push-ups. I love the ab work outs–love it, love it, love it. I love feeling pain there when I laugh or cough–makes me feel like a Victoria’s Secret model in training.  We used medicine balls and did all sorts of crunches and lifts and push-ups and oblique work-outs. Oh…wonderful–feels so good to work my abs. But I’m going to be so very sore not tomorrow but the next day—so Friday I will be a complete whiney grouchy baby–just beware!

I really did like it–when I was done. It’s one of those classes that you just absolutely HATE the instructor. You just want to kick the smirk off his face (I wouldn’t really do that…)—and then you’re thinking I actually PAID for this!!!!!! Well I didn’t, it was free the first time you went to check it out.

Although I love how hard I worked out–and this was something so completely different than my body is used to I don’t think I’m going to join the gym. It’s just too darn pricey for me to justify it. $49 a month seems a little steep for a class I can see myself feasibly taking once a week due all the other stuff I do and just the extremeness of the class–If I took this multiple times a week I think I’d die and I’d grow to hate it–actually hate it–not the hate it but you love it because it makes you sweat and that’s a good kind of hate; if that makes any sense.  Too pricey indeed.

So my quest for a fabulous, cheap, ass-kicking work-out that will mold my Victoria’s Secret underwear model body will have to continue.

~ by asmith609 on February 4, 2009.