Some people love their running, others are elliptical fanatics, and yet others are crazy for group fitness classes. I’m pretty open to most types of exercise, but there is one I love. It brings out the inner warrior in me.
I’d like to think that I’m a lover, not a fighter. Except for when I’m in Combat class. I’m a fighter. I love how I feel when I leave the class – a “good” exhausted. I love that I’m surrounded by friends. Most of the time, the music is fantastic.
I’ve been going to Combat class for nearly two years now, and find that if I don’t have my fix of it, I get cranky. It has turned out to be my best stress relief tool.
If you had asked me after I finished my first class if I would ever think about instructing the class, I would have had the laugh of my life (after I was done gasping for air). And yet here we are … I am a month away from a Combat instructor training weekend.
The description I was given of the weekend? “Hell.” Awesome. At least I’ll be going through hell with a friend. We’ll pull through it together.
I’ll post more about this as it comes closer and happens. That is, if I survive hell… At least there’s the potential that it’s fun hell.
Wednesday workout: Body Combat class … 550 calories burned.
