…Completely got my BUTT kicked at Kickboxing last night. Heather and I decided to take the sample class down at Atlanta Kick last night. I am probably in the worst physical condition of my life, at this moment. I haven’t done any real exercise beyond the occasional racquet sport since 1999.
The class is Fitness Kickboxing, so there’s no actual Martial Arts training. It’s just a solid 45 minute block of jumping around, punching/kicking the heavy bag, and a moderate amount of mat work (pushups, squats, lunges, etc.). I’m not the self-motivated type when it comes to exercise, so I think the real motivator will be when I drop a certain amount of money on the classes and it’s “use it or lose it”.
Heather fared a little better than I, it seems, because she is in better shape and has taken kickboxing classes before.
I do like the fact that you have a big punching bag in front of you to hide behind and not look like a wimp toward the end of the workout.
I think we’ll join up for a few months. I need to stop being a slob.
