Combat

I took a Combat class yesterday (well, most of one - I had to leave early to get the boys ready for floor hockey at the Y).  I haven't been to Ccombat in forever; Attack is my true love, and when I'm dealing with foot/knee/back injuries, I "save" my body for Attack.  However, I've been feeling pretty good lately, like I won't fall apart during impact exercise (hmmm...could it be because I've had about two weeks of rest?).  I ran into Connie in the locker room, and she convinced me to come to Combat.

It was the 4:30 Tuesday class, and it was packed.  There is such energy in that room.  I haven't had much time for group fitness lately, and this reminded me why I LOVE it.  Plus, where else is it okay to yell "hya!" in public?

I definitely feel much more aerobically taxed during Attack classes, but I remembered Emma telling me once that, "If you don't feel like you're going to puke by the end of Combat, you're doing it wrong."  So, I really focused on punching and kicking with strength and especially on locking my core, and I defintiely worked hard.  I left feeling great!