Day 71 Combat!

26 lbs lost

I am having a blast this week throwing myself into all these new fitness classes at the gym AND getting my treadmill running miles up to 3 miles! Yippee! I think I might actually be able to run that 5K coming up next week. Now that my 10 lb water weight has come off, I am settling into becoming workout goddess. I am sad to report ladies that I did not win the first week’s weigh in. Two other contestants topped me at 4+ percentage loss. Big sigh, but I am not too discouraged and I know I came into the competition already down 25 lbs. My initial first week’s honeymoon period of rapid weight loss is long gone. To my friend and fellow reader, good job getting the #2 spot. Be sure to keep a watchful eye over your left shoulder as I creep up on you like a ninja!

I am making huge strides in fitness level as I can actually get through all the classes with only fleeting moments of nausea. However, my body is revolting all the exercise with nightly appearances of Charlie Horses and now a strained hamstring. The price I pay for competition. Not daunted, I am taking to packing my various body parts in ice after each workout. I am also not above whimpering to my husband until he rubs out my calf and hamstring each night.

Along comes Friday and I decide to try a Combat Class. Hmm, ok sounds violent. I get in there and the instructor straps on her gloves. My interest is even more piqued. We start to add in boxing moves. Upper cuts, jabs, back kicks and then the round house kick! Wow, now this is really out of my box. Then the instructor starts to scream at us to sharpen our moves and hit harder. “Make them hurt! Kick their head! Don’t let them stand up!” Wow this IS violent. About 15 minutes in I start to get into it with each jab and upper cut as Eye of the Tiger starts loop reeling as the sound track in my brain. All other class participants fall away.

I am transported to the jungle and morph into Laura Croft type character. My high heeled, thigh high lug boots crunch fallen leaves on the jungle floor. As I turn around, braid swishing, it is abundantly clear that I am not alone. I turn to find my evil sparing partner, the witch from work whom I can’t stand is conveniently in the same jungle with me! Finally, justice will be served! I round house kick her in the stomach where with a grunt, she falls hard to the ground. Like a cat, she springs back up. Even in my fantasy she is a pain in the butt. I dodge her upper cut only to complete a powerful combination of right jab, upper cut, knee to the gut, head slam! This time she drops like a stone to the ground with a thud, a little trickle of blood oozing out of her upper lip. She’s outta here!

Oh that was so fun too bad I can’t knock her out for real or that I look that fabulous in thigh high lug boots and kaki short shorts….There’s always next class to kick her ass again.