My girlfriend D has been trying to get me to go to her kickboxing class for a few weeks now. I finally gave in and went Monday. It was an intense hour. I was winded, dripping with sweat, and my arms weighed ten pounds more than when I went in. I felt good though. I came home and soaked in a hot bath, in hopes of alleviating any muscle soreness the next day.
Either the water wasn't hot enough, or I didn't soak long enough. I hurt in places I didn't know existed. We had done a lot of push-ups, punches and lifting/tossing heavy balls. I thought my boobs were going to fall off, my chest hurt so badly. I could barely lift my arms over my head. I felt like an arthritis 90 year old, and I walked like one too.
My legs weren't as sore. All the walking I've been doing saved me there. But, three days later and my hips still complain when I get up from sitting.
I'll be 42 in a couple weeks and I'm not happy about it. I want to fight aging with every fiber of my being. I want to wear a bathing suit without a big T-shirt over it.I want to be around to see my grandchildren someday. So, it looks like I'll be going back for more punishment.
I look at it this way: All of that upper body work just could reverse a bit gravity damage. It just might make the girls perky again.
Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?