I went to my first boxing class last night. Man, do I love to punch things! Who knew??*
I probably should have watched Rocky before I went though because I totally forgot what training entails. It's not all about punching; there are a lot of drills too. I SUCK at drills.
In the beginning we had to run laps, do high knees, kicks, side steps, and lunges around the room about 20 times. Then we had to do a few minutes each of jumping jacks, sit-ups, and push-ups. It was rough. The rest of the class all about jabs, cuts, hooks, ducks, all of the fun stuff.
I swear to Shizza I turned PURPLE within 15 minutes. I looked like I was going to die. I can't help it, my skin is so thin and pale that once my blood starts pumping I change color.
Luckily my face wasn't indicative of how I felt. Granted I am really out of shape and had to stop for water a lot, but I made it the whole hour and felt fabulous when I got home.
So yes, while I'm not looking forward to the drills again I will definitely keep at it. I'm scrappy people! I was born to box!