Kickbox this!

On my way home from work I had the chance to converse with NMF#1. I called my sister's cell, expecting to hear my sister's voice, but instead NMF#1 answers (BTW, I love when that happens...it's always a bright spot in my day). One thing led to another and I told her I was going to kickboxing tonight.

NMF #1 (in the "Oh my goodness" voice that only 6 year olds can pull off):"Kickboxing?"
Me:"Yes"
NMF # :"You're going kickboxing?"
Me: "Yep, it's like tae-bo except I get to hit and kick stuff"
NMF #1: "Cool."

And it was...for about half of the class. No kickboxing classes for a week took it's toll about half-way through. Actually, that's probably not it because when I started kickboxing - I was for all intents and purposes a couch potato. I think that the problem was that I wasn't well fed or hydrated prior to class. I'm not talking a 5-course meal, but I probably needed more than a gulp of water and an ounce of protein over an hour before classs. Usually, I have a semi-substantial snack 30 minutes before class. Next time I'll be more prepared.

That being said...for the 30 minutes I was there were awesome. My strikes were lethal and, for the first time, I got down the front kicks sans injury. I had no idea that I had all of that power in my limbs. The bag kept flying. Trust me, it was a good thing that it was attached to the floor and ceilings with chains!

Looking forward to going back and finishing the class!