Posts have been incredibly light lately (okay, that’s an understatement), as I haven’t been climbing any rocks or taking shooting lessons. I can’t say that I’ve been lazy; I’ve joined a few organizations as a volunteer, started attending weekly meetings, been trying to eat and sleep better, and actually reading a little in my spare time. I even wrote my first guest post over at Enter: Adulthood! Oh, and I’ve also been preparing for my massive 13-day trip to Turkey in March.
But last week, I finally finally signed up for a 10-class kickboxing package with NOVA MMA in Courthouse and attended my first one on Thursday. I changed at work and forgot a shirt, so I just wore my pants and a cami. I also forgot to put in contacts before I left, so I was sweating with my glasses on – not a huge impediment, but noticeable. I went early to get help learning how to wrap my hands – and I felt like such a badass wearing them! Not so much with the gloves: they’re pretty clunky and tough to get used to. Not to mention how difficult it is to do push-ups while wearing them!
Try it sometime.
I’d describe the class as fun-ish; it’s definitely challenging (and so pretty rewarding to survive!) I hadn’t realized just how out of shape I was. I was tired and sweating after the first 20 minutes; by the end of it, my muscles were just failing. We had two short breaks during the fifty minutes to grab water, but the rest of the time we were moving: push-ups, situps, punches, kicks, cherry-pickers, mountain climbers, etc. I was so tired, I could barely walk to the metro at the end to rush home and get ready for dinner plans (a horrible mistake in planning because all I wanted to do was lay in bed).
Luckily, my friends and I were off to Texas de Brazil in Fair Oaks Mall for a belated birthday dinner.