roughly 3 months of 4 days a week of martial arts…kick this, hit that, straighten out your leg, block the hit, 45 degree angle with the foot…chamber…chamber…CHAMBER!!! i think i’ve found muscles i never knew i had, bruises in places i didn’t think i could be bruised, and more exhausted 4 days a week than i previously thought was possible.
the trade off…3 months ago, i could barely get a bag of the boys food up the stairs. the bag of food was the standard 30 pounds…coming out of beowoof the other day, i slung the bag over my shoulder, much to the surprise of carl (the proprietor of the store) - and walked out with ease. i didn’t even think about it until alexis asked whether i needed help. i suppose that meant that my workouts are reaping me results. while i’m not seeing the weight loss i really want, i suppose building muscles and knowing how to defend myself is a perk as well?
never thought i’d enjoy it…but i do…and it’s enjoyment on such a strange level. the thought of going there pains me…knowing that i’m going to push my body to new limits, and the pain it will cause kills me…but once i’m there, i have a great time. i learn the moves, the kicks, the punches, the way you move out of the way when someone comes at you…and the way you fight back once you’ve intercepted the hit.
maybe i’ve found my outlet…i seem to be pretty okay at it..let’s see what happens right?
~ciao
steph
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