I didn't anticipate my first blog post to be so depressing, but i did make this thing in order to be honest and reflect on my life these days. All year-- yes all 30 days of it, i've been on this health kick! I've been working out nearly everyday, eating healthy, waking up early, the whole shabang. I go out one stinkin thursday night to celebrate my new job and realize what a freakin' old lady i really have become. dangit. i was definitely not productive all day friday and i must have really overdone it, because i was definitely in bed by 8 pm. Meanwhile my friends are texting me and calling me and rather than doing something cool, im snuggled up with the hgtv channel still playing on my tv. To make matters worse, I wake up this morning and do the usual: eat some oatmeal, get on facebook and get ready to go workout (oh, what have i become?).
I stumble in, still feeling a little groggy into the kickboxing class and start jabbing and hooking. No less than 15 minutes into the class, I see my opponent (me in the mirror) pale faced and drenched in sweat. I am disoriented and nauseous, so i walk out of the room and grab some water. Ofcourse, I am not going to give up that easily! We're talking kickboxing here, I'm obsessed with this class, I feel so powerful and rejuvenated after the class. I walk back into the room and get back into the rhythm. This little muscular freak of nature is boppin and weaving around "jab, power, hook, squat, double time." Nope. I'm done for. I dip out as soon as she's not looking (as if she will call me out) and out the door i go. The depressing news: I am really so old that I can't finish a class that i love so much because I drank too much 2 days ago. Lesson learned. But I will be back for my revenge, kickboxing class!
