but I loved every second of it! Well, maybe not every second. The last fifteen minutes were really, really hard. I can barely type right now, my arms are so tired. Every muscle in my body is tired. What an incredible workout!
I was the oldest woman in the class (there was one man in addition to the instructor) and probably the most out of shape but it didn't matter. My (long-ago) dance training was really helpful. The class consists of short routines - like right leg roundhouse, jab, jab, cross, hook, back spin, back kick, roundhouse - that you do ten times each (on each side). The main problem I had was getting the spacing between my foot and the bag right. I was either too far away or too close half the time. It'll take me awhile before I can do the routines smoothly.
I had no idea how much fun it would be! And it felt great. I felt more powerful than I have in a long time (until the last 15 minutes of class - then I just felt like I needed oxygen.) I made arrangements with the babysitter to stay an hour later on Tuesdays so I can go to the class regularly. Now all I need to do is get my own boxing gloves - it was a little disgusting using the communal gloves. Your hands really sweat so think about what the communal gloves are like . . . ok, don't think about it. It's gross. Sorry. Just wish me luck in attempting to move tomorrow. I'll need it!