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.
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.