Day 4: Kickboxing

Dear God, I looked like a ragdoll in a windstorm.

There was nothing pretty about this.

Left jab. Right jab. Got that. Jab, upper-cut combo. Got that. Hook, upper-cut combo. Got that, too.

Add kicks. Don't got that. Goes back to that whole coordination thing.

I started off strong, but by the time we added the kicks, I had hooks and jabs flying, but could barely get my legs off the ground for a good kick. I mean, a chihauha on a fire hydrant can lift its leg higher off the ground to pee than I can to kick.

Then I get flustered, loose my concentration. Forget my lefts from rights. I've got arms going everywhere and legs that want to go nowhere.

Deb, my instrcutor, says it comes in time. All of this is a learned behavior. I need kickboxing SPED.

But, I feel good. It felt good to get sweat in my eyes, despite the stinging. It felt good to feel my blood pumping though my body, and feel like my face was in an oven. It felt good to know that my fists, if nothing else, landed on the bag with a vengeance.

Now, the rug burn on my elbows, not so good. The cool down started with a yoga plank pose, bending the knees only to tap the floor and then straigtening again. Seems I was putting all my weight on my elbows and not spreading it out to my toes. Let's hope this clears up by yoga time on Wednesday.