I’ve been going to a few Body Combat classes lately.
It’s kind of fun. A bunch of ladies punching at the air, while a fitness instructor shouts at us over the roaring music. It feels a bit silly.
But after the class, my biceps, triceps and muscles on my shoulders and back GLOW with a pain that promises my arms to look like Michelle Bridges, so that makes it worth looking silly, right?
The last time I tried Body Combat was 10 years ago. I was horrifically unfit and halfway into the class, I wanted to curl over and puke. But this time I am much fitter, so I manage to keep up pretty well.
I go at it pretty hard. There’s no point in doing weak pathetic punches, so I try to give my punches some power.
My coordination is so bad though!
Geez I’m terrible at the steps, the fancy foot work and trying to remember the routines.
I managed to PUNCH MYSELF IN THE FACE during the class! Who does that?!
Right jab, left jab, right jab, left hook, right hook, left upper-cut, right upper-cut… TRICKY RIGHT?
I got my right upper-cut mixed up with a right hook, so I klonked myself in the cheek.
I stood there for a moment, imaging cartoon stars coming out of my left ear.
I’m sure the instructor saw me.
Then I spent the rest of the class trying not to laugh.. at MYSELF!
I guess I need to practice my WAX ON and WAX OFF technique :P