whole again

not to bore you all with the mundane details of my renewed commitment to exercise, but today i took a Cardio Kickboxing class, even though my legs and abs were still smarting from the ass-kicking they took the other day. it's literally been years since i took a class like that—full-on cardio sweat-fest, et cetera—and i'm proud to say i did okay! not only did i not keel over halfway through, i managed to keep up with the circuits. not that i didn't jab when i should have been hooking, or going left when i should have gone right. but, all in all, i didn't embarrass myself. and ohhh it felt so good. today, especially, i needed that outlet.

already i'm dreading the end of this month-long dalliance with NYSC. during the class i was trying to think of ways i could rejoin for good. i can do the elliptical from now 'til the cows come home, but what i really benefit from is taking classes. and they aren't offered at the gym in our building. yeah, there's plenty on Fit TV and god knows i own a dozen workout DVDs. but it's harder to do at home. i just do so much better in a class setting. i'm not distracted by the layer of dust on the bookshelves or thinking about the load of laundry that's been sitting in the dryer that i really should fold, or worrying that Matty will wake up from his nap before i'm done. i'm at the gym, in the studio, and i'm focused. only one thing to do there, and that is sweat.

anyway, i'm wondering... if i impose an embargo on Target for a while, i could probably swing (guilt-free) the monthly dues for enough months to get me back into shape for summer. and perhaps beyond. i just feel like this has been missing from my life—in a big, big way—and i know having it back on a regular basis will do wonders for me, much more than Target trips ever did (but i will always love you, Tar-jay!).

mbm