Wednesday, February 29, 2012
With that humble beginning
let me explain. Yesterday, after my Gladiator Fitness session (a very intense workout that leaves me drenched in sweat but extremely content), I decided to stay at the gym. There was a special cardio kickboxing class with a guest coach. The guy is no less than a 23 (yes 23!)-time world champion kickboxer. I had to stay and give it a go. Had to.
I told myself I'd leave if things got too intense or if I got too tired (after all, I had ALREADY done my workout). Well, intense it was. I was huffing and puffing, but I stayed the entire hour, kickin' and jabbin' like a maniac. But I was soooooo proud of myself afterwards. I could not believe I had lasted the entire hour.
I'm 49! A few years back, just going to get the mail exhausted me! And I had "good" excuses not to work too hard: a severe injury should have left me walking with crutches for the rest of my life, and it took me two years to be able to walk normally, then I broke my pelvis, then my knee, then my foot (all unrelated accidents). But I pressed on, determined to regain my strength. And I did!
So, in case you haven't guessed: last night was definitely a woo-hoo moment. Yeah!