New hairstyle, slimmed and getting there toned bod - yep that's me :) I had kickboxing tonight, and whereas in the past I tend to refrain from watching myself exercise in the mirror I couldn't resist tonight. Waiting for warm up instructions, I stood there admiring myself -- something about my work out ensemble, and my short blonde hair, and just my stance.
AHA -- but pride comes before a fall.
For the record let it be known that grace is not a part of my vocabulary in terms of movement. Rhythm, Coordiation -- those do not even enter my frame of mind. Wednesday night at kickboxing is all about grace, rhythm, coordiation -- the instructor yells "That's right. Just find the rhythm. You've got it." And I know he surely is not referring to me.
"Front kick, back kick and left punch. Then right hook, straight jab combo and drop the knee..." So just try following the directions, and making your arms and legs move the right way. For example, left leg kick, right arm punch -- hmmm, well it seems as if I've got my left and right mixed up. And just when it seems as if by golly, I've mastered the exercise we have moved on to something entirely different, involving kicking my left leg in a sidekick, jumping back, and punching with my right hand, all the while trying to maintain my balance.
Needless to say, mirror gazing did not last beyond the initial "oh, no sweat, I look passably cute in work out clothes stage!!!"
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