Total KO

I would let to preface this by letting you know that I am not one of those people who has to be the best. I've never been that way. Now, I like to be good, I don't want to be average and bad is unacceptable. But I don't have to be the best at anything. If anyone reading this is a former band geek, here's an analogy: I don't have to be first chair, but I prefer 2nd or 3rd and I refuse to be anything below 4th.

So I went into kickboxing with that attitude today. I knew I wouldn't be Laila Ali up in there, but I thought I might be Jackie Frazier. I've taken a couple classes in the past and found them to be enjoyable. And I put a lot on this kickboxing class - it is at the perfect time (even follows a Weight Watchers meeting) and it's great cardio.

I sucked today. And I don't mean I sucked like I did in Bellydancing. I mean I sucked like I wasn't even a contender (veiled boxing reference for anyone getting my theme here). Once I realized I was spending more time standing there trying to figure out what the hell was going on than actually doing any cardio, I left and hopped on the treadmill.

In defense of the instructor, she did warn us it could be intimidating at first and that you have to keep coming back ("Practice makes permanent!" she said) to get it. I also wasn't the only fallen soldier - two other people left after me and went and did other things in the gym.

This wasn't like Bellydancing where I was bad because my hips didn't move the right way - I mean I wasn't off beat or anything, I just wasn't as good. But in kickboxing when they went left, I went right. When they did cross-jab-uppercut-hook-knee-turn, I was still trying to get my cross down. I was just really bad. Ideally I would have like the class to have a little more instruction about the different moves, but it was more "sink or swim."

And I sunk.