Jumping, Kicking & Screaming from the inside out

Last night, I went to kickboxing and it kicked my ass!  I have participated in my fair share of kickboxing classes but yesterday, I was pumped and let my energy guide me where it wanted to go.  Now I feel exhausted.  My arms hurt, my abs and legs are a bit sore and all I want is a nap.  My co-workers would be pissed if they saw me face down in my desk, so I will blog instead.  Yes!

Ahem…despite feeling sore and fatigued, the scale was 1.2 pounds higher this morning than yesterday morning.  Yes, yes, I know the whole weight fluctuation, weigh yourself weekly, pay attention to your clothes, blah, blah, blah theories, but I can’t help feeling a bit annoyed.  It’s a psychological mindfuck, really.  That being said, little steps lead to big outcomes, so let the good feeling of a good class keep me in a positive frame of mind.

Before I go…the other night I was at the gym on the treadmill, 10 minutes into my 30 minute workout.  Mind you, it was 9:15 p.m. on a Sunday night (and not just any Sunday…Easter Sunday), so the gym was a morgue.  Even though anyone could have had their pick of about 20 treadmills, some douchebag picked the one next to me.

REALLY????  You want to stand next to me??  Listen pal…you have no idea what sort of mental gymnastics I have to have with myself in order to go to the grocery store, let alone get dressed up in my best spandex to come sweat it out like a pig on the treadmill in front of other people!  How dare you stand next to me and make me feel like the freak!!!  Get in your own space and stay out of mind!

To add insult to injury, this asshat decided that he was not going to run, but walk at 3.5 mph THE ENTIRE TIME.  But he stretched his arms, legs and everything in between as if he was ready for a marathon.  FUCK YOU!!!  If my tubby ass can jog at 4.4 mph for 3 minutes, then your troll-like physique  can RUN the ENTIRE TIME.  Again…don’t rain on my parade by going slower than me.  I need all the help I can get, so run, damnit, run.  Some people are clueless.

This is me being positive.  Ha!