Kick Boxing... Kicked my Butt

Tuesday nights has officially turned into Glee night at the gym (In case you do not watch TV, or live under a rock, Glee is a show on Fox- and it is amazing). I try to leave work around 6ish, to get to the gym by 7, change my clothes and start weight training at 7:30, followed by an hour of cardio while watching Glee at 8. This has been my routine for the past 3 weeks, but yesterday turned out a little different.

I left work around 5:30 and got to the gym a little earlier- I wandered to the 3rd floor of the gym where they hold classes. I saw that there was a cardio kick boxing class at 6:30 and figured, I was there, so why not. The class owned me. Plain and simple. I have never worked so hard in my life. I consider myself to be in pretty good shape- working out at least 5 days a week and trying to eat well (most days). But nothing could have prepared me for this class. At the end of the hour long session- there was a ring of water on the floor from my sweat. I was so nervous someone would slip I made sure to wipe it up before I left.

The new class has started something for me- a new work out regime. It is time to find new ways to get into shape, and why should I be stubborn? Clearly my old work outs are not doing it for me anymore- so time to start new and fresh. I am going to put myself through a little self inflicted boot camp.

Lesson Learned:

Take classes at the gym- they will get me good and ready for Homecoming in 2 weeks. And even if not, a good way to meet friends.

Peace, Love and getting back into shape,

B