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February 10, 2000 |
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Today is my missed lunch with Christy. Certainly
I'm dissapointed about missing lunch with her. I hate to admit that I'm
feeling a little bit of resentment towards her, not a lot, just a hint of
it. Then I feel very guilty about it. She has a very
good reason. The rational part of me analyzes the whole thing and
understands it. The emotional part of me feels a little cheated and
betrayed. Today's lunch was supposed to be our little time together…
forgive me if I'm a little bitter.
I sent her mail today. I hope she's doing well.
Today is kickboxing day. Dan normally joins me for the class, but he managed to sprain his ankle while snow boarding. We ordered some equipment last week. Nothing big, just the hand wraps. They're these little cloth wraps that wrap around your hands and wrists to give you additional support when you punch. Not that we punch against many solid things, you understand, but it really does help your form. I already have hand wraps, but ordered another pair. I figured that I should have spares for laundry or maybe a different color to accessorize. My original set is blue; the new ones I ordered were red. I forgot which ones Dan ordered.
Today's class was interesting. Technically, kickboxing is supposed to be both strength and cardio. However, since I wear my heart rate monitor during class, I have found that most of the time I'm not hitting my target heart rate (or that I'm only hitting the bottom range of my target heart rate). Nevertheless, I continue to go to class. I can certainly continue to "dance" while she (our instructor) explains the drills, and helps me reach my target heart rate. Regrettably I forget to do this most of the time. [Sigh]
Lately, our instructor has been wanting to get us some other trainers to hold the "pads" while we practice our hitting. Although she had never done it, she had said that she would have some of the regular folk hold the pads while the other people practiced their hitting. Today, she asked if I would do it. I happily agreed.
The class is supposed to run for one hour, from 6:40pm to 7:40pm. Our instructor frequently runs the class until 8pm. Want to hear many people whine? You should hear us when she so proudly announces that our class will run until 8pm. You know something she's entirely too cheery when she announces this. I'm used to it by now, having attended this particular session for at least four months. However, you should see the poor souls who attended the class with the expectation that it would only be an hour. These are the "New Year Resolution" people, many of who won't make it past April. I'm not saying that I'm the epitome of athleticism. I'm not. The one thing that I have is consistency. The only kickboxing classes I have missed are the ones where I'm on vacation. Well, today she ran our class past 8pm into 8:20pm.
…and for those last twenty minutes I was holding the pads. I didn't mind at first, mind you. While I was holding the pads for some of the others in the class, the rest of them were doing the nasty abs exercises that I simply won't miss. Picture this however, I was holding the pads for about half a dozen people who were punching as hard as they can… until [their] exhaustion. Granted, holding the pads is nowhere near as tiring as actually punching, but I started doing this after I was already tired from punching.
I did get to do some of the stretching a little, which is always important after cardio. I hear it prevents injuries. Let's forget straining of the ankles while doing the jumping front kicks… or the torquing of the knees on the crescent kicks. Not that I'm complaining, not at all. You know what? I know that I can do all the maneuvers and drills in the class, doing some of them rather ungracefully non-withstanding. This is something I really thought about when I first joined the class and was consequently sore for about half a week. The first three sessions are toughest. Now, I know that I can go in and do my kickboxing. There's only one problem… I keep forgetting how it knocks you on your ass. I return week after week, foolishly thinking that since I have been going each week, that it is a relatively easy class …Ha!
The order from RevGear didn't come in yet. So neither Dan nor I would have the cool new hand wraps to toy with. Today is also the day I'm supposed to be doing weight machines. You know what? After doing one hour and forty minutes of kickboxing… I think I'll skip the weight machines today.
I drove immediately from the gym to get some food, since they closed at 9pm. I decided to get Teriyaki chicken at a take out place and bring it back home and watch some television. While I was eating my dinner (with a plastic fork, no less), I found that my hand was trembling. I suppose that it was a good thing that I skipped doing the weight machines, because it would've taken me a considerable time to recover.
As for the shows I watched, I hope ER doesn't get rid of Lucy Knight. I like her character, not only because she is cute, but because she has spirit.
I also got a call from Pam tonight. She left me a message while I was kickboxing. Normally, I don't miss messages, but the only place where I don't check messages is while I'm working out. I'm sure you understand. Granted, if it were something like my having a wife and her being pregnant, that would be a different story. However, neither of those is true and if I'm at the gym, you really don't want to reach me.
I noticed the message when I wandered back into the office. Regrettably it was too late to call, so I made a note to send her mail before I went home.
February 10, 2000