Didn’t sleep well last night, one of the mysteries of the universe, that…
So as I was lying in bed this morning debating whether or not to get up (Caity’s Conscience: “But you missed gym yesterday!” Caity’s Rationalisation: “But I can’t train EVERY day…”) when my BFF texted me: “Shoe shopping after gym?”
WELL!! Caity’s Conscience and Caity’s Rationalisation both got a swift kick in the behind and out the door! Once I got there I *was* just going to do my weights program…but I’ve been dancing around the idea of joining the Ki Max class (group class with lots of boxing and kicking, 4 people to a standing bag) and when one of the other newbies I’d spoken to recently was doing I thought – why not?
IT WAS AWESOME!! It really oughta be illegal to have that much fun while actually doing a good workout AND getting to smash the (imagined) anatomy of various people who have aroused my anger.
*side-strike side-strike back-hand* THAT’S for your pr0n collection, 2nd husband!
*jab jab hook* and THAT’S for your not processing my bank transfer in a timely matter, big bank!
*thingummy whose name I can’t remember but where you hit upwards – body strike?* OOOMPH! and TAKE THAT, rude checkout chicky babe!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. The release!!! The HIGH!!! The satisfaction!
I have never sweated so much in my entire life. I had to stop and sit down a coupla times, but WOOOOOHOOOOO!!!! Of course, it helped that one of the gym owners was giving us three newbies our own little tutorials – how good is that service?
The only baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad thing was that because I did the class at the last minute, I had to use the old sweaty gloves that are kept in reserve … omg, the PONG!!! So before next Friday I will do as everyone else does, and buy my own gloves.
I am amazed how far I’ve come in that last twelve months – I do need to be reminded (perhaps LOUDLY, dear readers!) of that.
Now I am taking my sore shoulders and abs for a nice soak in the bath.
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