Thursday, August 27, 2009

My calling as a boxer

I like working out, really I do. Running and I totally don't get along, and I think if we got in a fight, running would win. But working out in any other way is fine. Until today, when I discovered a type of working out that changed my relationship with physical fitness forever.

BOXING.

Today was my first time trying out a boxing class taught at my gym by a cute blonde lady with fantastic triceps. I was scared spitless going into it and almost backed out. But I went, and it changed my life. I have never had so much fun with my heartrate that high. I smiled practically the whole time, except when I looked in the mirror at myself and tried to make a tough face to match my tough punching. Hitting the bag was more invigorating than I could have ever imagined. I just laid into it, and it was this huge emotional release.

I think I've found my calling in life. Who would've thought? A trip to Target to get my own boxing gloves is now in order. Because for real, if I wear the ones at the gym again I think I'll get a disease.

3 comments:

Camille said...

Fun steph! Boxing is awesome, I totally agree. Ever tried kickboxing? or is that what you're doing? No gloves, also a fun workout!

Elisa said...

I think I feel like I have a disease from those gloves. One that makes me remember the nasty smell of someone elses sweat on my hands! Gross!!!! I will be buying gloves by tuesday morning.

Hunsaker said...

can i just say, I LOVE reading your blogs! You have a way of writing things, and saying things, and it reminds me of the old college days! can't believe how long ago that was, but I miss it sometimes! Thanks for making me laugh, cry, and reminisce!