Kicking A$$ Part I

It has been a very long time since my last post. 

If you would recall, the purpose of this blog is to detail my efforts to get to a faster mile and more of them.  

Well, I epically failed on that mission.  After a slew of injuries, I decided to do what all the magazines, friends and doctors have been telling me to do in the first place and work on strengthening muscles for a while.

I realized that I should probably join a class.  I don't do well on my own, often procrastinating or just not working as hard as I should.  (Admit it:  if it's a choice between Netflix and pizza or working out, you'd take the Netflix too)

OH! But so many choices for classes in my area!  I found 6 different types of yoga alone! 

Here is a run down of experiences:

Regular Yoga:  Eventually I got distracted...."shouldn't I be sweating or something? How does that guy bend that way? Are guys supposed to be able to bend like that? Wait, am I? Maybe a big, baggy t-shirt was a bad idea (the last one as I was doing downward facing dog)

Hot Yoga: OMG.  Why would anyone work out in Satan's studio? I'm almost 100% positive that this is Hell...holding poses for eternity in really hot & humid temperatures.  If I really wanted to do this, I could save money and pose in a park in DC in the middle of summer.

CORE Yoga:  A whole hour...dedicated just to abs...a whole hour....dedicated....I decided I liked my layer of cupcake around my middle more than this class. 

Boot Camp: Why yes, I am the most out of shape person here.  What do you mean you are waiting for me to do 100 push ups as a team thing?  Keep on waiting, buddy!

Zumba:  Yea, I can to this, I can dance, shake my booty, shake my booty...oh, wait, right foot? Now? oh, wrong way, oops, sorry about that, I didn't mean, sorry, oh, that way..right...oops... I don't know if my hips can do that.  That looks like it hurts. Oh wait, it does....

Step Class:  I didn't even try this.  I BROKE MY FOOT WALKING OFF A STEP.  NO WAY. NOT DOING IT.

Low Impact Cardio:  Are there usually this many 60 year olds in the class?

Pilates:  So, you want me on the contraption to do what exactly?

Stretch class:  Basically the same reaction as regular yoga but much more intensified.  If I thought yogi's were contortionists, then people in stretch class were like that creepy girl from The Ring.

Kickboxing:  kick-kick-punch-punch-kick.  Take that ex-boyfriend-kick-punch. And that Evil Commute-punch-punch. Bad day at work?  Punch-kick-kick-punch-punch! What do you mean 50 squats?  What are burpees exactly? No, I didn't need to use my arms anymore today.

At this point, you may be asking if I joined any of them.  It turns out that beating the crap out of something felt really good. Cathartic, even.  So I negotiated a killer deal for a year membership to the kickboxing gym that works like circuit training.  Every three minutes you do a particular exercise and then move on to the next round.  So if you hate it, it's only three minutes of your life.  The trainers walk around and make sure you are doing it right and give you pointers on things to work on at home if need be.  And since it's not a scheduled class, you can show up any time they are open.   

And no, I'm not writing this because they paid me.  More that you get an idea of how it works because tomorrow's post will be all about my first work out...