Day three, week two
Every part of my body hurts. Muscles that I didn't even know I had hurt.
Driving home from class, Zia says to me, “I think the things that are challenging for me are not the same as the things that are challenging for you,” meaning that I may be able to run, but coming into direct contact (hitting or kicking someone) is far from easy for me. Tonight our instructor talked about working outside of our comfort zone--of learning to be aggressive when that may feel very foreign to many of us.
Even though tonight's class was a great workout, I thought our previous classes were much more difficult. That’s because this class was more aerobic and the last two classes focused more on strength. (I’m the shortest and probably the least physically strong in our class—at least where my arms are concerned. Let me use my legs and I’m fine).
We had to do an exercise today where we were supposed to pull our partners around on the floor by one leg and they were supposed to kick themselves free. I couldn’t pull my partner, as she weighed a lot more than I do. Our instructor, who weighs maybe 100 lbs, came and pulled her across the floor, making it look absolutely effortless.
Training makes me humble. I like that. And, honestly, I like the fact that it is difficult and each goal is just slightly out of reach; each lesson pushes you just a little more out of your comfort zone.
It’s like life that way. It never stops. You just have to learn to move faster. To be flexible. And to know how to deliver a punch if you have to.
Driving home from class, Zia says to me, “I think the things that are challenging for me are not the same as the things that are challenging for you,” meaning that I may be able to run, but coming into direct contact (hitting or kicking someone) is far from easy for me. Tonight our instructor talked about working outside of our comfort zone--of learning to be aggressive when that may feel very foreign to many of us.
Even though tonight's class was a great workout, I thought our previous classes were much more difficult. That’s because this class was more aerobic and the last two classes focused more on strength. (I’m the shortest and probably the least physically strong in our class—at least where my arms are concerned. Let me use my legs and I’m fine).
We had to do an exercise today where we were supposed to pull our partners around on the floor by one leg and they were supposed to kick themselves free. I couldn’t pull my partner, as she weighed a lot more than I do. Our instructor, who weighs maybe 100 lbs, came and pulled her across the floor, making it look absolutely effortless.
Training makes me humble. I like that. And, honestly, I like the fact that it is difficult and each goal is just slightly out of reach; each lesson pushes you just a little more out of your comfort zone.
It’s like life that way. It never stops. You just have to learn to move faster. To be flexible. And to know how to deliver a punch if you have to.
posted by Elizabeth at 11:29 PM
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