One hour this morning. I jabbed. I crossed. I did roundhouse kicks. Planks. Lunges. Push ups. Before I knew it I was drenched in sweat and done for the session. Time flew and I was down 600 calories and a bucket of sweat.
This was my second cardio kickboxing session. I’m not sure I’ve ever left a workout feeling stronger, more empowered…and simply badass. Maybe there’s a primal instinct to want to punch and kick. I’ve certainly never had that urge but in the setting of loud music and a bag…damn it feels amazing. Cathartic.
It’s the end of triathlon season, beginning of try-something-new season…cross training. Kickboxing is so way out of my comfort zone. The moves. The coordination. I find intriguing how I can feel reasonably fit and then I get in front of a bag with some gloves and poof…I’m a beginner. It’s humbling. But after my second session I’ve picked it up a little better. My cross is a little harder. My kicks are a little stronger. I’m using muscles and moving my body in ways that I don’t when I swim, bike, run, or even do Crossfit…and I can feel myself being stronger and fitter in a different way.
Stepping out of the circle of things where I know I’m good…and comfortable…is hard for me. I’m a creature of habit. I don’t necessarily like change. I like to be good at what I’m doing. However I’m finding that, both in the athletic world and in my personal life, trying something new and making myself uncomfortable builds up these little muscles that help me to be a stronger athlete, and person. It makes me see that I can be anxious or feel pain or push myself in a direction I didn’t think I could, and I’ll be ok the next day. I’ll be better even.
My comfort zone is warm and it wraps itself around me in a blanket of mediocrity. When I put even a foot outside of my zone, I see rich, passionate new adventures waiting for me. It’s a struggle. There’s fear. But in that fear comes growth and confidence and purpose. No regrets!!
“If you want something you’ve never had then you have to do something you’ve never done.”