imagination is for turbo-nerds who can't handle how kick-butt reality is!
i joined kickboxing last week, but literally the day after my first class i hurt my foot (not a bad injury, just tore up the back of my heel a little) and couldn't go in for a week. well, yesterday i went back and it absolutely kicked my ass. i was so exhausted by the end of it that someone i'd never met before was concerned about the possibility of me dropping out; which is NOT going to happen, it's one of the coolest things i've ever done. coach chris (referred to in class as sir, and at home as captain) is a major badass. the temperature in the training room has got to be at least 80 degrees, and after about 15 minutes of brutal cardio (basically, doing hops and shit along this kind of rope-ladder-looking thing he put on the ground, and if anyone fucked up such that the rope was moved, the whole team had to do 15 squat-ups), i realized that i was having an asthma attack and suffocating, and spent probably another 15 just sitting in the benches with my inhaler and my waterbottle, trying to breathe and trying not to throw up.
once the cardio stopped and the kickboxing gear came out, i got back in, but by this point i was shaking all over, swaying on my feet and profoundly nauseous. captain had us doing drills of 1 minute 1/10 and 2/9s (basically punch/kick combos on either the left or the right side), 1 minute 'flying knees' which was a crazy difficulty curve from the previous minute - basically, you plank, skip to the side, and jump up to knee the pads, which is some ninja shit i would barely have been able to do if i hadn't been dying - and then 1 minute of skips, locking your gloves behind your partner's neck and just kneeing the crap out of him. i would not have been able to do it if my partner hadn't been such a massive sweetie. he was literally pep-talking me through the last half, reassuring me and encouraging me the whole time, which given that i wasn't actually sure i could get through it without either passing out or throwing up on this nice kid, was something i really needed. i used to be a runner, which was tough but it was always aerobic and if i was having a bad day for my lungs i would just slow down. i've never pushed myself past my limits like i did yesterday.
i disappeared off to the bathroom for the first round of his turn, and i felt bad for leaving my partner but i would have felt worse if i'd lost my lunch, and i got back for the last two rounds. holding the pads was waaay easier, and i recovered myself a little bit then. after that it was just laps and calisthenics, and all things considered that wasn't as hard as the kickboxing was. even so, it took me about a mile of walking home before i felt even remotely normal again.
my father is usually a huge disappointment to me in every way, but recently he's really come through. i know WHY he did it, it's because he lost some weight and is in a good mood, and when he's in a good mood he's golden. he felt bad about my inheritance still not fucking coming through, and he sent me 500 GBP - which is about $800 - just because. this is the same guy who kicked me out of the house a year and a half ago. whatever, it doesn't cost me anything to accept it and i really need it, and it IS nice of him. i woke up having a nightmare that he called me to say that the bank needed more details from me, and then was incredibly rude about my brother, so i had to hang up on him - and realized i had probably lost the money. i can't describe my relief when i woke up and realized i hadn't actually fought with him! i went downstairs to check my bank and lo and behold, the money was in my account! he came through for me!
so now noa and i can order the weights and bench he wants tomorrow! just a few days' shipping, and then... we'll be able to lift heavy! i'm SO excited. upper body strength, here i come!
i woke up in the am, my kitten is sleeping on me and purring, i have money and a cup of hot tea, and my body is still recovering from the killer workout i did yesterday. life is so good right now.
once the cardio stopped and the kickboxing gear came out, i got back in, but by this point i was shaking all over, swaying on my feet and profoundly nauseous. captain had us doing drills of 1 minute 1/10 and 2/9s (basically punch/kick combos on either the left or the right side), 1 minute 'flying knees' which was a crazy difficulty curve from the previous minute - basically, you plank, skip to the side, and jump up to knee the pads, which is some ninja shit i would barely have been able to do if i hadn't been dying - and then 1 minute of skips, locking your gloves behind your partner's neck and just kneeing the crap out of him. i would not have been able to do it if my partner hadn't been such a massive sweetie. he was literally pep-talking me through the last half, reassuring me and encouraging me the whole time, which given that i wasn't actually sure i could get through it without either passing out or throwing up on this nice kid, was something i really needed. i used to be a runner, which was tough but it was always aerobic and if i was having a bad day for my lungs i would just slow down. i've never pushed myself past my limits like i did yesterday.
i disappeared off to the bathroom for the first round of his turn, and i felt bad for leaving my partner but i would have felt worse if i'd lost my lunch, and i got back for the last two rounds. holding the pads was waaay easier, and i recovered myself a little bit then. after that it was just laps and calisthenics, and all things considered that wasn't as hard as the kickboxing was. even so, it took me about a mile of walking home before i felt even remotely normal again.
my father is usually a huge disappointment to me in every way, but recently he's really come through. i know WHY he did it, it's because he lost some weight and is in a good mood, and when he's in a good mood he's golden. he felt bad about my inheritance still not fucking coming through, and he sent me 500 GBP - which is about $800 - just because. this is the same guy who kicked me out of the house a year and a half ago. whatever, it doesn't cost me anything to accept it and i really need it, and it IS nice of him. i woke up having a nightmare that he called me to say that the bank needed more details from me, and then was incredibly rude about my brother, so i had to hang up on him - and realized i had probably lost the money. i can't describe my relief when i woke up and realized i hadn't actually fought with him! i went downstairs to check my bank and lo and behold, the money was in my account! he came through for me!
so now noa and i can order the weights and bench he wants tomorrow! just a few days' shipping, and then... we'll be able to lift heavy! i'm SO excited. upper body strength, here i come!
i woke up in the am, my kitten is sleeping on me and purring, i have money and a cup of hot tea, and my body is still recovering from the killer workout i did yesterday. life is so good right now.