That is my goal, right there. I recently started Thai Kickboxing (also known as Muay Thai). I tend to get really excited about something when it's new, and then sort of lose interest after a while (typical). I'm hoping that doesn't end up being the case here. I went to two classes before actually signing up, and then went to two classes this past week. I already plan on going to the ass kicking 2 hour special open house this coming Sunday. The reason for starting these classes was to improve my chances of surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. I'm not even fibbing. Really. Exercising for the sake of being skinny doesn't seem to work on me, as I'm pretty happy with being chubby. Exercising so that I can outrun some zombies is much more motivating. I really enjoyed Zumba, but I was never sore after it. After my first kickboxing class I couldn't walk right for two days (and that's not because I didn't stretch). There's something about feeling like you've been hit by a truck that makes me really want to go back and do more crazy push ups, drills and combos. Working through my nausea makes me proud of myself! Maybe it's weird, but I actually want to have muscles that glisten with sweat and shine in the sun like romance novels would lead you to believe. Screw being dainty, I want to be a super hero.
The moral of this story is that everyone should try this, because for all of the sweat and the pain and the nausea you feel fantastic afterwards.
UPDATE: (as of january 16th 2012) I have now moved up a belt rank and am sparring! Not really at super hero status yet, but I feel like a million bucks.
