Halfway through October I was feeling really bored with running and doing "The Shred." My boyfriend suggested something new like kickboxing. It took me another week of looking at the website that I found and an email asking a lot of questions did I gather up enough courage to actually go to my first class. My first class was a lot of fun, and it was hard work! That was about five weeks ago. Since then I have been going at least 3 times per week. I have steadily noticed improvements with my technique, flexibility, and strength. This is my new love! I have made it a goal to go at least three times per week so that I can do this to replace running in winter time. I am now a little bit obsessed. I want to go everyday. I love the mornings when I wake up feeling sore from last night's workout. It's glorious. Running only made me sore because my knees are bad. This is a good, muscle soreness that I cherish. I feel like I am getting fitter, and it actually brightens my mood a lot. My boyfriend has noticed. The website says that kickboxing will help me release my inner frustrations. I didn't know that I had inner anger until I started kickboxing. Now, the problem is keeping in my frustrations when I'm not in kickboxing class! I think before, I was holding in all of my frustrations and anger so no one knew I had them. Now it's all let out in a positive way in class, and sometimes in a negative way at my boyfriend when I haven't been to class in a couple days. I NEED to go to kickboxing. I need that faucet of release.
What I love about the class is that it's run by women and only women attend. It's non-competitive, and it doesn't matter how "good" you are at kickboxing. What does matter is how hard you are working. If you cheat on an exercise, you're only cheating yourself.
