Thanksgiving Begins With a Kick (Literally)
In an effort to record significant moments of my Thanksgiving break, I’m going to post a few short, sporadic blog posts this week.
My mom convinced me to get up and go to Body Combat at 8:15 a.m. I only conceded to this after being asked if I’d rather go to 5:30 a.m. Body Pump. Fine, 8:15 it is, and I like combat (or so I thought)- kicks, punches, similar to what I’ve done in the past with KenpoX. (Thus thinking I would be totally fine since P90X is so hardcore.)
I. wanted. to. die.
Several reasons it was not the same as KenpoX..
1. I couldn’t press pause.
2. I couldn’t keep refilling my water bottle.
3. Since the instructor was standing right in front of me, facing me, I couldn’t just partially do it when I got tired.
I was trying to use the techniques I had remembered while doing Kenpo to get me through it. Think of someone you hate and picture their face that you’re punching and kicking. But I honestly couldn’t think of anyone. I’m sure that’s a good thing, but at the time it wasn’t. So then I started thinking of the fried pickles and fried alligator with ranch I ate last night and how I needed to burn it off. That thought only lasted for so long. Of course at the very end I realized I should just be thinking about my wedding and honeymoon. That will be my new mantra: wedding. wedding. wedding. wedding.
I could also barely understand what our fearless leader (who I wanted to call Tony) was saying over the loud music. So at several points he started laughing and I didn’t know if he was laughing at something he said, or something I did, since he looked at me every time he laughed. Granted, there were only 3 people in the class.
I can’t say I’m not glad we went because it does give me a sense of self-confidence that I could beat up anyone in the alleys of El Dorado. Which might be necessary, in all honesty.
As we were walking out of the class, he asked us if we were coming back to the 11:15 for round 2. The first thought that crossed my mind was turning around and using my hook and uppercut right there. I guess I am ready for the streets.