So tonight I had the unfortunate pleasure of taking a kickboxing class at the YMCA. Yes that is where I hold all my exercise programs because it is really close to my house and cheaper than the real gym at the hospital. Personally I don’t see a difference because I’ve been a member of a gym before and actually this beats that last place hands down. But that isn’t the point. I went to kickboxing because one of my friends wanted to give it a whirl.
Well, I really don’t think I got anything out of it because I barely broke a sweat compared to how many buckets I poor over while upstairs in the cardio room on that equipment. Then the instructor was from Ireland speaking over a microphone so we sort of had a hard time understanding what exactly she was trying to tell us. Then the moves in the class? My lord I think we are the most uncoordinated people around because we couldn’t figure some of it out or do two things at once to save our lives. BUT the most important thing is we are going to give it a try again next week to see if we get any better lol
Now this Sunday she wants to do a spinning class and I know that is going to kick my ass because those people are fanatics about that.
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