On the ropes
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
but not out. I'm still on my feet and still gritting my teeth.
Check out those arms. Sigh. Lots of work went into making those. I now know just how much.
Boxing class was tough last night. I felt like my gloves were attached to wet noodles. Monday night's instructor, John, was so great. He kept coming around and encouraging me and helping me modify the numerous moves I couldn't do. He made me feel proud of myself for being there and for working so hard. Last night the instructor was good but wasn't as helpful as John.
I've been to a lot of exercise classes and it seems to me that the instructors tend to ignore the "big girl" in the class. I believe that they aren't sure what to do with my size or how to help me excel in the class so they pretend not to see me. Most of the time I'm OK with that. I don't really want to be seen. I, on purpose, try to find a spot in the back of the class where I can best play the invisible woman.
John may have changed that for me forever. When he first walked up to me, my heart sank. I was waiting on him to embarrass me or tell me I was slacking or some other hurtful thing. Nope, gallons of encouragement and buckets of praise. I felt so good about myself after that class. "Keep moving," he said. "You'll get there. Do this [insert demo here] instead of that." I can't help but wonder if he didn't know what it was like to be big and not able to do the moves. He sure was kind about it but didn't let me off easy either. Perfect combo.
Last night I talked to the club manager. She offered me a great deal. A couple years ago, I would have hopped on that and been to class tonight too. But times are tough in the budget arena. I have trimmed and cut until there's simply nothing else I can let go of to fit in the membership fees. Knowing that in the near future, there will be some cash outlays that I need to prepare for gives me great pause. As much as I love the class, as much as I know it's what my body needs to battle this, I still cannot afford it.
I haven't given up. I'm still going to look into other places I can go that maybe aren't so expensive. Keep your fingers crossed that I can find an outlet for my new boxing passion. Hey, do it or I'll show you both my jab and my cross. I might even throw in a hook or two. LOL