Thursday, July 28, 2011
Boxing. One of the hardest things I’ve done to date! Last night was no exception let me tell ya.
I finished with my 60-minute zumba class all sweaty and happy. Determined to run last night I headed for the treadmill and did just that. My adrenaline was up enough and my muscles were warm so I hit start and off I went. I jogged at a speed of 4.1 to 4.3 for .6 miles. I was shooting for a mile but I’m happy with this start - I’ve not jogged since my last 5K in April. I finished with the treadmill when I reached 1.25 miles. Again, I was sweaty and feeling good. Next I climbed the elliptical for a ride. I could have gone a bit longer but my mind was on a call I needed to make so I stopped, made the call and ate a snack and drank water.
Here I am after my first 2 hours of working out:
After a 15 minute break boxing started at 8:05 p.m. First, jumping rope for 12 minutes and 20 pushups. Now that will get your blood pumping for sure! Thirty seconds of jumping rope feels like five minutes. *BRUTAL* I alternated my pushups between knees down to full pushups. *JELL-O ARMS*
Next we padded up, which means we strapped the heavy pads to our forearms so that we could alternate kicking with our partner. You start with one kick to each side of the body (pads), then your partner goes, then you move onto two kicks each side and then to three kicks each side. Ya, we did that for twenty minutes alternating between different kick combinations. I was sucking wind and praying to the boxing gods to make it stop. Then it did and I drank and drank my water and Gatorade. Another group was still doing their kicks and I heard one of the veterans ask, “seriously, we have to keep going?” The instructors dry response was, “Yes. You have four minutes left - kick.” He then turned to me and said, “get your gloves on and go the heavy bag.” I did as I was told thinking this had to be better than the kicking tonight. HA!
The heavy bag, generally my favorite fought back hard but I won! We did punching combinations first. My partner Yvonne looked at me after the first round and said, “I know you can punch harder than that.” I smiled. I was thinking - Yes, Yes, I can when my arms aren’t like jell-O and my stomach isn’t tossing around like a pair of shoes in an empty drier. Mentally it was a line in the sand, there after I landed each punch with force and determination all the while fighting back waves of nausea. Round after round of punches kept coming and then different sequences made us start all over again. If not for Yvonne I’d never keep track of our sets - I do well just to count out the reps. Break time came which means get a drink of water and hurry our butts back to the heavy bag area. At this break I confessed my nausea to Yvonne who then confessed to having it too. By this time it’s 9:25 and I’m sweat from head to toe and panting hard. There’s no looking *pretty* in boxing! *GIGGLES* Returning to the heavy bag we were told to do kicks this time. I threw my first kick and did a switch out with my feet and my calves cramped so hard I almost went down. What fresh new hell was this? I finished out that set and held the bag for Yvonne who kicks like a powerhouse - she’s boxed since 1998. I stretched my calves when I could and kept on going. I confessed to Alfredo, the instructor, that my calves were seizing up and he said if I couldn’t finish to hold the bag and let Yvonne get her kicks in. Hell to the no - I don’t quit. Another line in the sand. I finished my sets!
At 9:40 we finished and grabbed our mats. Drop and give me three sets of 30 alternating sit ups. Oh, OKAY, funny man! I did three sets of 20.
One of the veterans - Miguel voiced his concern about my calves before I left and told me to take care. It was very sweet. I so enjoy him.
I opted to walk home last night instead of having the Mr come carry me home it the car. I figured it would be a good cool down and I was right. Yvonne walked with me and we chatted all the way. She told me how proud of me she was and that I am doing such a good job and hopes I’ll keep coming back. I confirmed I would. She then confessed that she has invited others to join her class but NONE of them finished one workout. She said two men walked out during class - one is a body builder and the other is a boxer himself. I just stared at her. Secretly I can’t wait to be conditioned enough to not pant and suck wind in class. Yvonne told me in the end to give it three months and it would seem like a breeze. Three months huh? Okay, I can do that.
Once home I could feel my calves tense and relax at will and I sat very still. The Mr was a bit concerned about me but I assured him I was okay. It seems working out for close to four hours does not make me hungry but in fact suppresses my appetite. I had a snack and drank loads more water before heading for a nice long, very hot shower. Admittedly, I took two Tylenol before going to bed later and prayed to the heavens that my legs wouldn’t seize up in the night.
SP fitness says I burned 2,622 calories last night but I bet it was actually more.
Today I feel fantastic and will later head off to Zumba.