For Christmas Bonnie received a book of five cardio kickboxing classes from her grandchild. Silly me thought it would be fun to go along. The lowest they had was a three-pack—$20 and gloves. I din't think $6 a class was bad.
Today was the day. We took the 9:30 class. It was nothing like I expected. The warm up was about 15 minutes and was probably as intense as some other classes I've taken in a whole hour. We ran around the gym, did jumping jacks, squat, plants, pushups, the whole nine yards. That's warming up? I used the wall instead of the floor and was dying and we hadn't even started yet.
Then we put on our gloves and started hitting the bag. A lot. The inside of my gloves became sweaty pretty quickly. The outside of me was soaked before we started. We did kicks, jabs, upper cuts and cross somethings. I could do the hitting, but not the kicking well. And the combinations ... I can't walk and chew gum at the same time.
The last fifteen minutes were as tough as the first. Probably worse because now they added crunches. She suggested I sit on the rim of the bag, and my fat ass slid right off. I was on the floor and could do nothing. How I wished I had the picnic table in the park from the Fit Camp. At least then I could do stuff and I knew the adaptions.
I have to go back at least once. I can't let two classes slide. But I'm not sure if it will be next week. EVERYTHING hurts. My elbows, wrists knees, hips. I feel like I went a couple rounds with Leila Ali.
It reminded me a whole like the Barre class I took. Not enough boxing, and too much other crap.
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