I took a cardio kickboxing class today at the gym. I almost quit halfway through it. It was insanely fast paced and focused so little on technique. I told the instructor it was my first time taking the class and she gave me the “go at your own pace, don’t die.” speech and said she does “basic drills that are easy to follow.” Then she launches into “right hook, jab, uppercut, roundhouse…” without explaining how to do any of those moves. It may be obvious to some people how to punch but I’m known for punching like a girl. A girl with long fingernails and no coordination. About halfway through class the instructor stopped to show the difference between a side and forward kick because some people were doing the wrong move.
The girl in front of me was no help. Her jab, block looked like she was dancing. And a friendly misogynist tried to give me words of encouragement. He said he only lasted halfway through his first class but then was determined not to let any girls show him up and kept going until he was “good as the girl instructor” (which he was not). I hope working out lets him forget about his 3 ex wives.
This makes me want to go to a real kickboxing class even more so I can learn some moves, how to throw controlled punches and how to kick without hurting my hips or knees. Letting a group of people flail for an hour and calling it a cardio workout seems like a good way to get injured and sweat a lot.
Next week, yoga.
Hahaha, I’m going to try to bend.