That Didn't Take Long

Well, I made it through those doors Saturday morning. It's an amazing boxing club and I can't wait to thoroughly get my butt kicked by some very awesome boxers. I'm not normal in any way. I really do look forward to that feeling of "OHMYGOD I MAY DIE DURING THIS CLASS BUT I MUST KEEP MOVING!" When pushed to my limit, I will push past it. I will work harder and do more. I'm not so good at pushing myself to that limit though. I need someone who will tell me to do more. Throughout my entire weight loss process I have had those trainers and people in my life who would push me to do more. Chuck made me feel like I was going to die. Actually, sometimes I just wanted to die after a few hours with him! Oh how I miss Chuck. He was so nice and wonderful…until the workout started. There were a few times he had to help me off the floor after a workout. On the other hand, he always told me how proud he was of how hard I worked. If he told me to do 10, I'd do 11 just to prove I could. I never complained, whined, or moaned about any of it. I trusted that he knew my capabilities and wouldn't kill me. But, Chuck is 6 hours away so I'm on a mission to find a new trainer that will constantly push me harder. I want to be pushed to the limit. I look forward to this new little addition to my workouts. Hooping and boxing will be my 2 main workouts for a while. I hate machines as the gym. This is good for me. Very good.