I’ve never been much of an exercise person. Okay, okay, I’ve NEVER been an exercise person at all. I once tried spinning, thinking the loud music would quell my inner dialogue of, “my body is in pain. stop.” The classes were great the first few times, but in my fifth class, the instructor put on Tina Turner’s Proud Mary.
When Tina rocks it with Proud Mary, there is no freakin’ way that I can resist singin’ along, groovin’ and dancing along. The song climaxes from a slow, steady pace to a hand shakin’, hair-flipping frenzy. Try doing that on a bike. In a dark room. I smacked the girl next to me on the forehead while my foot slipped out of the petal and I landed on chin first on the handlebar “aaeeeeeeekkkkkk#(*$&!(*$Y!@*&$!@$”
Ever since that debacle, I just swore off the gym completely*
Uh, totally too embarrassed to show up at class again!
My kids have been taking Tae Kwon Do from Mr. Carpenter for the past 3 years, Andrew is almost a brown belt** and Nathan is a blue belt. Scott started a year ago, taking the morning classes and I had pretty much shied away as the most uncoordinated member in the family.
Last month, I was telling Scott how blah I felt every evening after dinner when I melted on the couch. We discussed options: Scott suggested going back to spin class. I suggested 5-Hour Energy shots in my coffee.
Then he double-dog-dared-me to join Tae Kwon Do, reasoning that it fits my personality:
1) it’s a social thing – I’ve got lots of friends taking the class
2) it’s a family thing – all of us would be in classes and we’d support each other
3) I can learn to kick *ss
4) I look hot in a uniform
SOLD. I signed up.
Well? LOVE IT! Lovelovelove Tae Kwon Do! It’s the first physical activity outside of the kitchen that I really enjoy with my mind-body-soul.
Last week was my first testing cycle.
Watch me Jackie Chan! I can kick high too!!!***
Oh you nasty bad guys, I kick you long time!
* yet I still pay my monthly dues, “JUST IN CASE ONE DAY…..”
**update! Tonight Andrew got his brown belt!
***I’m thankful that my pants didn’t split after that high kick.