Beetroot baby...

Well.  If Arthur is a tomato I am a beetroot. 

Got up this morning with the kids just after seven and something possessed me to book in for body combat at 9:30am. By 9am I was regretting my decision add I was terrified.  I am so very unfit what was I thinking!  Anyway I got in the car and figured I can always chicken out and go on the bike instead when I get there.  I cannot tell you how many times I nearly did.  Walking in,  walking up the stairs, when the instructor came over to ask if I had done it before etc.... Then when the blokes and the skinny minnies walked in I was almost high tailing it out of the door!

I told myself I would just stay for half of it and leave if I couldn't cope.  No shame in that.  The instructor said just do what you can and test of you need to.  Thought that was nice get out of jail free card.  After first 15 mins I thought I was going to die.  Everyone else was smiley and normal but in the mirror I looked like a blob with a purple pin head.  Was awful. I hate those mirrors with a firey passion.

BUT I stayed.  I did the whole class.  I did the basic moves but I did everything.  I now feel like someone has put me through a mangle.  Everything hurts.  And worst of it is I know it's gonna be worse tomorrow.... Urgh.

And do you know what?  I loved it.  I bloody love body combat.  Punching kicking is great stress relief.  When instructor is shouting 'imagine you punching him in the ribs ' I proper was!  No-one in particular but I was kicking the shit out of someone.  With no possibility they will punch me back.  👊 . Best kind of fight .

Tomorrow the class is legs bums and tums.  I don't know if I will be able to walk to go or if my body will seize up but so far as hoping to.