saucy_dryad

Don't think that the idea of being ashamed to report back to my flist didn't motivate my kickboxing attendance this weekend. Oh, the power you wield!

Sadly, I've lost enough of my muscle tone and stamina that come yesterday morning, I was still a bit sore from Wednesday's class. Imagine my abject horror delight when I saw that Trish was teaching. The best I can say is that I made it through. Barely. And my abs muscles have, apparently, the consistency of candy floss. By day's end, I was feeling sore from my neck to my toes. Considered backing out of class this morning, but no! I'd promised that (barring other events such as Dad's forthcoming memorial service) I'd be attending both weekend days, and so I will.

Today was an Angela class. yay! except for the part where I'm now whimpering and drained. Discovered I'd also lost a considerable amount of flexibility. Excellent. I'll just add that to the list.

Still, it's a decent start to Project GetTheHellBackInShape.

I'll keep you posted.

oof.

I know Life Gets In The Way, but it's been almost three months since I last tagged an entry re: kickboxing. Now, I know a lot of you don't give a good golly-gee whether I work out or not, but let me tell you - this has been sort of a big deal for me. I don't have Faire anymore - I don't have the fight rehearsals and the joust practice and the all 'round bad-assery that kept me in decent shape for the past several years.

I found cardio-kickboxing. Fell in love with it. Found that it could help me get back into some sort of fighting trim.

Aaaand...

Life Got In The Way. There was CP Pseudo-Faire, Dad's rapid decline, gigs, family visits, vacation (seriously! for the first time in about forty seven years!), work, the like....

The point is, I've not visited the gym with any sort of regularity since the end of July.

So. I'm mushy, unmotivated and supremely discouraged. NaNoWriMo is fast approaching, and November is filling up as quickly as October, but I'm not going to let that keep me from getting back into the swing of things, as it were. I really, REALLY need to get myself into decent ('good' would be better; 'grea't would be better still. 'awesome' would be... well, I don't think I need to spell it out) shape.

Here's where you come in.

Ask me if I've been to class. Poke me. Prod me. Feel free to ridicule or cajole or encourage - whatever you feel is your strength. If I can make it three times a week, it's all good. Revisiting of diet and portions to follow.

That being said, I went to class for the first time* in the new space. It's bright and clean and has the most glorious cross-breeze. The bags scare me, and it's considerably smaller, but Angela is so happy I'm going to throw myself into this wholeheartedly.

Taking the day to recover tomorrow. I'll be going Saturday AND Sunday mornings. Ready your taunts and jeers. They may well be needed, just in case...



*ow ow ow ow ow. and also, gasp pant wheeze jiggle lameity lame lame lameness. I hate not being in shape, not being remotely fit. grwar. also: ow.