Back in January, I signed up for an aerobics dance class. For the most part, it is a “step” class that involves a lot of up and down movements. The teacher makes it fun. I tend to enjoy it even though it completely busts my butt. Lately though, I have become bored with it. I was dreading another week but this week, the instructor surprised us with a kickboxing segment.
It was as if my prayers had been answered. YAY!
OK.. now that I am doing it, who am I kidding? It’s hard! Really hard. Why did I think it was going to be easier? Jabbing, while kicking is not an easy task. I mean, when do you jab and kick in every day life? Ummmmm, never!
So right now I am sitting here, fully aware of every ache and pain in my body. Sometimes I am all for “toughing it out” but right now, I am in one of those moods where toughing it out is not an option. I want to wince, moan and groan. Wallow in my misery. Sometimes it just feels good to do that. Putting on a happy face is highly overrated anyway. Don’t you think?
Off I go.