My plan was to do kickboxing on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Rough week this week.
Tuesday was a horrible day and I just slacked off and didn't go. Then yesterday (which was Thursday) I went to the gym and they had changed the schedule so instead of kickboxing it was Zumba. Why is Zumba following me around? I really don't appreciate being stalked like this. Zumba, I told you, you're just not my type. Thanks but I'm just not interested. Okay then, Bu-Bye!
I was really quite irritated by the change. I had a busy afternoon. Here's what I did.
- got off work, went straight to the grocery store to buy some last minute stuff I needed for my weekend trip
- went to the bank to get cash for my weekend trip
- got home and made dinner, made cupcakes, did laundry, packed my bag, did the dishes, blogged, tracked calories for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday
- drove all the way to the gym (not my normal gym...no a gym that's further away and a pain in the ass to get to and one that I just don't like going to anyway)
I planned everything around going to that kickboxing class and went way out of my way to get there while squeezing all that shit in so I could still get home and get to bed at a decent time because I was getting up earlier this morning to go to the gym. I was very irritated when I got there and there was no kickboxing class. Way to warn people ahead of time that you're changing the schedule you LA Fitness buggers.
Instead of the stupid class, I just hopped on an elliptical and did some good cardio with that. Oh well I guess, I tried...like really hard. Bastards.
So, next week...here's my plan. I'll go to the kickboxing class on Tuesday and there's also one on Saturday mornings so I'll do that one. Depending on how I'm feeling after the weekend, I might do the Monday night class too. We shall see.
Have a good weekend.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Zumba
Okay, so I didn't get to the second kickboxing class this last week. BUT, I did go to a Zumba class. I've heard about Zumba a few times and read about it in a couple blogs out there but never saw or tried a class myself. I noticed a class added to the schedule at my gym this week so made plans to try it on Friday.
When it got to Friday, I did not want to go. I was just tired. My body just felt totally spent. But, I didn't do the second kickboxing class and I said I would do Zumba anyway. So I went. I was really proud of myself for doing it. But I'm just not impressed with it.
I wear a heart rate monitor when I'm working out so I can estimate how many calories I'm burning more accurately than the stupid machines show. I put my HRM on and the final number was not impressive. I had an average HR of 105 for one hour. Maybe that's fine for some people but for me...not so much. My fat burning zone is at 140 which is already considered low intensity. 105 is barely exercise. I think I get a better "workout" vacuuming my house.
I will say this though, I don't think I'm big on the dance exercise classes. I tried a hip hop class a couple weeks ago and hated it. Again, not a good work out. And I just don't appreciate anything from the hip hop lifestyle. I hate the music. I hate the clothes. I hate the language. I hate the attitude. I just hate it. I tried to be open minded about the hip hop class but I thought it was just a joke. But I tried. I was actually excited for the Zumba though because I've heard great things about it.
The teacher was great. I walked in and saw her standing at the front of the class and didn't realize she was the instructor until she started greeting people as they entered the room. I would guess that she is in her early 40s. She is very obviously obese too. Okay, I'll admit it. I judged. First thought in my head was "how in the hell are YOU gonna help ME lose weight?". I know, I know. I'm an asshole sometimes. We can't control our thoughts but we can choose what to do or not do with them. So, I noticed the thought and responded to myself by rolling my eyes and added an appropriate statement I think: "shut up, you don't know what you're talking about". I sure told me. :)
She started the class by just jumping right into it. It's very specifically choreographed moves to predetermined songs. There seems to be about 4 or 5 moves for each song that you do over and over and over. Then the next song comes on and there are a different set of moves. Half way through the class, the instructor interjects a little tidbit. She shared that she had as of that day lost 100 lbs doing Zumba over the past year. She brought a picture to show everyone too. Very inspiring for anyone.
All in all, I was glad I went but I doubt I'll go again. I just enjoy much higher intensity stuff. I'm down for the kickboxing or the Punk Rope any day. The dance stuff, not so much.
Here, check out some Zumba:
When it got to Friday, I did not want to go. I was just tired. My body just felt totally spent. But, I didn't do the second kickboxing class and I said I would do Zumba anyway. So I went. I was really proud of myself for doing it. But I'm just not impressed with it.
I wear a heart rate monitor when I'm working out so I can estimate how many calories I'm burning more accurately than the stupid machines show. I put my HRM on and the final number was not impressive. I had an average HR of 105 for one hour. Maybe that's fine for some people but for me...not so much. My fat burning zone is at 140 which is already considered low intensity. 105 is barely exercise. I think I get a better "workout" vacuuming my house.
I will say this though, I don't think I'm big on the dance exercise classes. I tried a hip hop class a couple weeks ago and hated it. Again, not a good work out. And I just don't appreciate anything from the hip hop lifestyle. I hate the music. I hate the clothes. I hate the language. I hate the attitude. I just hate it. I tried to be open minded about the hip hop class but I thought it was just a joke. But I tried. I was actually excited for the Zumba though because I've heard great things about it.
The teacher was great. I walked in and saw her standing at the front of the class and didn't realize she was the instructor until she started greeting people as they entered the room. I would guess that she is in her early 40s. She is very obviously obese too. Okay, I'll admit it. I judged. First thought in my head was "how in the hell are YOU gonna help ME lose weight?". I know, I know. I'm an asshole sometimes. We can't control our thoughts but we can choose what to do or not do with them. So, I noticed the thought and responded to myself by rolling my eyes and added an appropriate statement I think: "shut up, you don't know what you're talking about". I sure told me. :)
She started the class by just jumping right into it. It's very specifically choreographed moves to predetermined songs. There seems to be about 4 or 5 moves for each song that you do over and over and over. Then the next song comes on and there are a different set of moves. Half way through the class, the instructor interjects a little tidbit. She shared that she had as of that day lost 100 lbs doing Zumba over the past year. She brought a picture to show everyone too. Very inspiring for anyone.
All in all, I was glad I went but I doubt I'll go again. I just enjoy much higher intensity stuff. I'm down for the kickboxing or the Punk Rope any day. The dance stuff, not so much.
Here, check out some Zumba:
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Kickboxing Baby
Oh hell YA....
Um...like....ya....uhhh...I LOVE KICKBOXING
Who knew?
Totally high energy, fun, and no props needed. I like a class that doesn't use props. It doesn't happen often, but when it does and it's good, it's really good.
I got to the gym at 6:45pm last night, class was set to start at 7. There were already a couple people there waiting and stretching. I don't know why but when people show up early to stretch in every which way, it always weirds me out. I know stretching is a good thing and everyone should do it but something about it just weirds me out. Especially when it's the one guy in the class. You know the guy. Wearing spandex bicycle shorts and a microfiber sleeveless top with the towel-like head band to soak up all the sweat to be had in the near future. The running in place and stretching his quads guy. The one who starts sweating if he turns his head too fast. Oh, and don't forget the tuft of fuzz peaking out the top of his microfiber sleeveless shirt, in the back. Ewwww!
Some of the beautiful Bellevue people started filtering in as the time got closer to 7. I love the beautiful Bellevue teenagers. They're always fun to watch. They always have the new fitness clothes and spend all their time primping before a class. Pacing back and forth in front of the mirror as if they are watching someone beautiful from a distance, but oh, it's themselves. Yes sweet little insecure young thing, it's you. Good job.
So the class started with some warm up stuff and the instructor went through the basic movements and a brief introduction about what to expect in this class. I thought that was nice, especially for me, one who has never done a kickboxing class before. Then she hopped right into it. Literally, we started bouncing around and air jump-roping and there were some jumping-jacks too. Jab, cross, upper cut, kick. Jab, cross, upper cut, kick. Shuffle forward as if to attach your opponent then retreat with your guard up. Front kick, side kick, back kick, side kick, squat, squat, squat. Shuffle side, shuffle side, kick, kick, kick. You get the idea right?
I freakin' loved it. Does that make me a sick person? I don't care! I loved it! It really made me realize how far I've come in just a couple short months. The class was packed with all these thin little girls, a couple guys, and 3 bigger girls (including me). You'd think that the thin little cute things would be able to get through the class with no problem. Not so. There were a couple really fit people in there but mostly, they were out of breath and ready to quit after about 15 mins. I didn't stop for a min. Yay me! I can't wait for my next class on Thursday. It's going to be a different instructor so I'll get to see how the class might differ by who's teaching it.
I'm not jumping off any bridges here but I did have a thought. Maybe I should go check out a real kickboxing gym for a couple real kickboxing lessons. Nothing wrong with the aerobics versions at all. Love them so far. Love! But, last night's class got me wondering what the real thing is like. Oh boy. I might just have to do it.
Also, I know, I've been light on the pics of my activities. I would love to provide pics of all the crap I'm doing. I'm having a bit of a problem with it though. I do most of it by myself and it's a little difficult to take my own picture jumping rope while I'm jumping rope. Know what I mean? I'm going to try to get my work out buddy and/or hubby to join me and snap a few so I can share with you all the humiliation I endure. :)
Do you have any experience with kickboxing? The real thing or the aerobics version? What? How do you like it? How do you not like it?
Um...like....ya....uhhh...I LOVE KICKBOXING
Who knew?
Totally high energy, fun, and no props needed. I like a class that doesn't use props. It doesn't happen often, but when it does and it's good, it's really good.
I got to the gym at 6:45pm last night, class was set to start at 7. There were already a couple people there waiting and stretching. I don't know why but when people show up early to stretch in every which way, it always weirds me out. I know stretching is a good thing and everyone should do it but something about it just weirds me out. Especially when it's the one guy in the class. You know the guy. Wearing spandex bicycle shorts and a microfiber sleeveless top with the towel-like head band to soak up all the sweat to be had in the near future. The running in place and stretching his quads guy. The one who starts sweating if he turns his head too fast. Oh, and don't forget the tuft of fuzz peaking out the top of his microfiber sleeveless shirt, in the back. Ewwww!
Some of the beautiful Bellevue people started filtering in as the time got closer to 7. I love the beautiful Bellevue teenagers. They're always fun to watch. They always have the new fitness clothes and spend all their time primping before a class. Pacing back and forth in front of the mirror as if they are watching someone beautiful from a distance, but oh, it's themselves. Yes sweet little insecure young thing, it's you. Good job.
So the class started with some warm up stuff and the instructor went through the basic movements and a brief introduction about what to expect in this class. I thought that was nice, especially for me, one who has never done a kickboxing class before. Then she hopped right into it. Literally, we started bouncing around and air jump-roping and there were some jumping-jacks too. Jab, cross, upper cut, kick. Jab, cross, upper cut, kick. Shuffle forward as if to attach your opponent then retreat with your guard up. Front kick, side kick, back kick, side kick, squat, squat, squat. Shuffle side, shuffle side, kick, kick, kick. You get the idea right?
I freakin' loved it. Does that make me a sick person? I don't care! I loved it! It really made me realize how far I've come in just a couple short months. The class was packed with all these thin little girls, a couple guys, and 3 bigger girls (including me). You'd think that the thin little cute things would be able to get through the class with no problem. Not so. There were a couple really fit people in there but mostly, they were out of breath and ready to quit after about 15 mins. I didn't stop for a min. Yay me! I can't wait for my next class on Thursday. It's going to be a different instructor so I'll get to see how the class might differ by who's teaching it.
I'm not jumping off any bridges here but I did have a thought. Maybe I should go check out a real kickboxing gym for a couple real kickboxing lessons. Nothing wrong with the aerobics versions at all. Love them so far. Love! But, last night's class got me wondering what the real thing is like. Oh boy. I might just have to do it.
Also, I know, I've been light on the pics of my activities. I would love to provide pics of all the crap I'm doing. I'm having a bit of a problem with it though. I do most of it by myself and it's a little difficult to take my own picture jumping rope while I'm jumping rope. Know what I mean? I'm going to try to get my work out buddy and/or hubby to join me and snap a few so I can share with you all the humiliation I endure. :)
Do you have any experience with kickboxing? The real thing or the aerobics version? What? How do you like it? How do you not like it?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Kick Your Ass...Biatch
Today's the day. My first kickboxing class. I was totally planning to wait for any posting until after I take the damn class but I just can't hold it in. I'm so excited. I could really use kicking someone's ass for sure.
Let's see if I can do this diplomatically. Um....people suck. No. Damn! Um...people piss me off? Um...No, I can't do it. For the most part, people are selfish assholes with one thing on their minds...themselves. I try to believe in the good in people, I really really do. And I'm usually pretty good about it most days.
I'm not well equipped with infinite patience though. I have zero patience for people who talk the talk but when rubber hits the road, they just can't quite pull their head out of their ass to make shit happen. If you can't (or won't is usually more like it in most cases) take some serious action and own your choices then shut the fuck up.
I'm starting to get really tired of people talking a good game with absolutely no balls to do the walking. If your feelings are hurt, speak the fuck up, don't pout about it. If you're mad, be mad. If you're slacking, just admit it. If you aren't willing to do what you need to do to make things happen, stop saying that you are. You are not a victim. No one is. Damn people. Whining selfish people. Get over yourself and get out of my way. If you're not willing to help yourself, no one else can help you either.
Sorry, just needed to vent a little. No, this is not directed at any one in particular so don't go getting all sensitive thinking that I'm being passive aggressive. That's not my style. I'm just aggressive. If you pissed me off, chances are that you know it well already. And if you are one of the lucky few, your face is going to be on that punching bag tonight. Oh ya. I'm kicking your ass all over the gym. Actually though, I'll be using that fuel to fire up my ass for the kicking. Thanks for that by the way. :)
Let's see if I can do this diplomatically. Um....people suck. No. Damn! Um...people piss me off? Um...No, I can't do it. For the most part, people are selfish assholes with one thing on their minds...themselves. I try to believe in the good in people, I really really do. And I'm usually pretty good about it most days.
I'm not well equipped with infinite patience though. I have zero patience for people who talk the talk but when rubber hits the road, they just can't quite pull their head out of their ass to make shit happen. If you can't (or won't is usually more like it in most cases) take some serious action and own your choices then shut the fuck up.
I'm starting to get really tired of people talking a good game with absolutely no balls to do the walking. If your feelings are hurt, speak the fuck up, don't pout about it. If you're mad, be mad. If you're slacking, just admit it. If you aren't willing to do what you need to do to make things happen, stop saying that you are. You are not a victim. No one is. Damn people. Whining selfish people. Get over yourself and get out of my way. If you're not willing to help yourself, no one else can help you either.
Sorry, just needed to vent a little. No, this is not directed at any one in particular so don't go getting all sensitive thinking that I'm being passive aggressive. That's not my style. I'm just aggressive. If you pissed me off, chances are that you know it well already. And if you are one of the lucky few, your face is going to be on that punching bag tonight. Oh ya. I'm kicking your ass all over the gym. Actually though, I'll be using that fuel to fire up my ass for the kicking. Thanks for that by the way. :)
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