Just before the new year, one of my co-workers was saying that she really wanted to get back into working out. I flippantly suggested that she should try kick-boxing. She did a quick search and found a class at a gym in town and said she’d do it – if I did it too. The first two classes were free so I thought what the heck, it might be fun.
There are a lot of ways to describe the class, but “fun” is perhaps not the word that would spring to mind first.
Looking back, I realize I had very little idea of what a kick-boxing class would actually entail. I knew it would include kicking and hitting things, but what else? It turns out that it is an hour of hard cardio – jogging in place, jumping jacks, push-ups, and sprinting. Pretty much nonstop for an hour.
And then there is the boxing and the kicking. The second half of the first class involved breaking into teams and doing relay-type circuits with suicide sprints and then a series of boxing on a big (hard) bag on a stand – and cycling through that three times. I made it through the class but felt as if my heart might burst at times – clearly I need the cardio workout! The second class we focused more on hitting and kicking pads our partner was holding and seemed slightly easier – and “easier” is clearly only relative.
I did my third class this week and we were back to hitting the big bag. I had bruised my knuckles the first week but only on one hand so I thought that perhaps I needed to pay more attention to my form or not be quite so enthusiastic. I bruised it again this week and wasn’t hitting nearly so hard because that bag is hard and my hand hurt. This is what it looked like after class:
I suppose I am going to have to get myself some gloves if I plan to keep going to this class.
My hand looks painful but in fact it was my legs and butt that were feeling class #3 the most – we did lots of sprinting as well as relays that involved running to the bag and then kicking it 10x, 20x, 30x. I did it but was on the low end of the “impressive display” scale. That’s okay however – I’m also on the upper end of the age scale for those in attendance and those young-uns have probably never ruptured a disk in their back.
At this point I plan to continue attending the class. I do so love a challenge…