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16 October 2008 @ 09:29 pm
kickboxing babble  
I may have jumped the gun with the, "I have a client! W00T!" thing. I haven't yet heard back from Prospective Mom. Ah, well. What will be will be.

As faithful (and long suffering) readers of this journal know, every two months or so I declare my intention to take kickboxing classes - twice a week, minimum - and lose weight and get fit and so on. Here's the thing: I don't do follow through. My body fat percentage has gone up, and though I'm not impaired by my weight gain, it's still evident. I think I've found another hook, another way to force energize myself to get to class: inspiration. I'm teaching four to six classes a week. I'll be honest with you: I find myself repeating drills and combinations and strength exercises far more than I ought, particularly in the 8 a.m. classes. One of the best things about this gym is that any time you come to a class, you're getting a kick ass workout that's always slightly different and new and completely challenging. If I find myself growing stale, the best solution is to take another instructor's class. Everyone has a different energy. It's so cool to see how they work, and how people respond to them, and, of course, to gleefully snag a couple of exercises (I can not tell you how much love I have for the ski/lunges! Thanks, Trish!)

Yesterday evening, I was weary and unhappy and would have liked nothing better than to have slipped into a warm bubble bath with a glass of wine and my perilously battered copy of Pamela Dean's 'Tam Lin' and waited for Don to come home. At the very last minute, I found myself in the CARDIS, heading for the gym. And it wasn't worry over my increasing jiggly-ness that spurred me on, no: it was the thought that I'd have something new and fresh and - hopefully - fun for this morning's class. And I did. Ang is amazing; she's positive and gorgeous and smart and she's been in this business a long time. I always learn something from her.

This morning's class was a testament to my newfound resolve ( "don't do it for yourself, Kel; think of the clients!"). Great energy, lots of sweat, and still there were smiles. It's funny: that's more likely to keep me coming back to take classes, to do the workout on my own time. If my own fitness is the only thing at stake, I'm likely to slack off. Factor in that other people are counting one me? I'm THERE. This just may work. And if I drop five (or fifteen) pounds and get that lovely cut along my triceps, well... bonus.

Speaking of which, I decided I'd start the weight training once a week, in earnest. I still need to suss out what my proper weights ought to be, but today I did just about everything with fifteen pounders. It KICKED MY ASS. Sweet merciful crap, that's a tough program.

Oh, and on Tuesday, when everyone had gone and I'd vacuumed and cleaned up and was basically manning the phones, I put the gloves back on and just attacked the bag for about forty five minutes. I completely went into the "Training with Ted Grant" mode, 'cause I'm not quite up to the "Training with Bruce Wayne." It was tough and exhausting and crazy fun.

note: I've not yet added the kickboxing filter. sorry!
I feel: optimisticinspired
La Petite Souris Scientifiquemelebeth on October 17th, 2008 02:35 am (UTC)
Hey, I know it's unlikely, but I don't suppose you're around and free tomorrow evening? I'm looking for an excuse to stay in the area and be social instead of going down to the city. We could book squee...
Kelladyjoust on October 17th, 2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
Well, poo. I have a date with my hubby. I would love to do it another time, though. Book squee is long overdue.

Oh, and happy happy birthday, dear!
Kat: doctor who cheeky roseevegryffindor on October 17th, 2008 06:27 am (UTC)
Every post about kickboxing I read makes me want to take your kickboxing class. ^__^