Pro Circuit Training
After getting my ass whooped on in my pro circuit boxing class last night…I’m definitely feeling the burn. I’m not gonna lie...I had problems this morning. Everything was a chore. Getting out of bed was uncomfortable, showering seemed to anger my sore muscles, and washing my hair and getting dressed was just downright torture. Yeah, I know, I’m complaining again. But, to be honest, I’m too sore to care.
Yesterday was my attempt at the pro circuit training class and regular boxing in general…and I must say that it’s a lot of fun. Granted, I always leave every class dripping in sweat and completely sore for a number of days afterwards…but still…it’s always a great feeling. It’s only an hour class, but it seriously feels like the longest hour of my life. We spend the first twenty minutes jumping rope and working on core muscle drill exercises (squats, sit-ups, push-ups, and other excises that make my muscles scream). We spend the next thirty minutes boxing with bags and then partners (which is pretty awesome and keeps me sweating). And then we spend the last ten minutes on just straight cardio and more crunches. Ugh…yeah, not only is it pretty exhausting, but the trainer is really good about getting in my face and yelling…haha…and I love it.
Anyway, so yesterday, my big mouth got me into some trouble. I had my boxing gloves on and just finished a good round of combinations of beating the punching bag to a pulp. I was feeling pretty good about my workout and was thinking I could take on goliath at this point. I was then partnered up with a dude, about my height, for boxing exercises and simulations…he wasn’t all that intimidating to tell you the truth (I wanted to spare with a big dude). Well, I learned a very important lesson. Looks can be, and are, very deceiving. Haha. As I was boxing with this dude, I could tell that he was taking it easy on me. I could land a couple punches on him and ducked fast enough to avoid his…I was thinking that he was being super sweet by taking it easy on me...but after I started talking trash…haha…things started to change. Although I was doing a good job of blocking and throwing punches, I took an uppercut punch to the chin and felt my head snap back. Holy crap. Haha. He made sure I was ok before landing some punches in my ribs and stomach. Ugh…
Sooo, note to self, keep the hands up to protect the face and stay light on the feet so I am ready to run. Haha. I bow down to you, little man…I bow down. :-)
Yesterday was my attempt at the pro circuit training class and regular boxing in general…and I must say that it’s a lot of fun. Granted, I always leave every class dripping in sweat and completely sore for a number of days afterwards…but still…it’s always a great feeling. It’s only an hour class, but it seriously feels like the longest hour of my life. We spend the first twenty minutes jumping rope and working on core muscle drill exercises (squats, sit-ups, push-ups, and other excises that make my muscles scream). We spend the next thirty minutes boxing with bags and then partners (which is pretty awesome and keeps me sweating). And then we spend the last ten minutes on just straight cardio and more crunches. Ugh…yeah, not only is it pretty exhausting, but the trainer is really good about getting in my face and yelling…haha…and I love it.
Anyway, so yesterday, my big mouth got me into some trouble. I had my boxing gloves on and just finished a good round of combinations of beating the punching bag to a pulp. I was feeling pretty good about my workout and was thinking I could take on goliath at this point. I was then partnered up with a dude, about my height, for boxing exercises and simulations…he wasn’t all that intimidating to tell you the truth (I wanted to spare with a big dude). Well, I learned a very important lesson. Looks can be, and are, very deceiving. Haha. As I was boxing with this dude, I could tell that he was taking it easy on me. I could land a couple punches on him and ducked fast enough to avoid his…I was thinking that he was being super sweet by taking it easy on me...but after I started talking trash…haha…things started to change. Although I was doing a good job of blocking and throwing punches, I took an uppercut punch to the chin and felt my head snap back. Holy crap. Haha. He made sure I was ok before landing some punches in my ribs and stomach. Ugh…
Sooo, note to self, keep the hands up to protect the face and stay light on the feet so I am ready to run. Haha. I bow down to you, little man…I bow down. :-)
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