June 21, 2007
A few of us at work are working on a difficult account and the client has ridiculous demands. I get about 10 calls a day from this client and probably around 40 emails from them. It's ridiculous and it has often had me planning their death or how to jump out the window on my floor.
The project manager on the account attends Kickboxing 5 days a week and loves it. She invited 4 of us from work to join her to relieve some aggression thanks to this client.
It started off with jogging a few laps around the mat. Then lunges. Then side stepping. And squatting. And crap walks. Then duck waddles. And over and over and over for 15 minutes. All I can say is holy shit!
Then we put on the gloves and learn to jab, hook, a roundhouse kick and a front kick. Then we did combos. Then we sped up. It was so fast and consistent with no time to let the muscles relax that I seriously thought I might paralyze my arms.
After learning, it was time to get into the high speed stuff. We'd do some combos, then do jumping jacks. We'd do some more combos and then do squats. We'd do some more combos and then do pushups.
After that, we did some minute sessions where it was freestyle for a minute, then freestyle on crack for a minute and then rest for 30 seconds. OMG!
And just as I thought we were done, the trainer says, "everyone on your back". I spit out a little too loudly, "wow, haven't heard that in awhile". Then I realized it was time for crunches. Regular crunches, and legs to the left or right crunches, and legs up in the air crunches and legs raised above the ground crunches, and scissors. My abs saw more exercise tonight than in my whole life!
I got my ass kicked! I have never worked so hard in my life. There were times that I thought my muscles might pop out of my skin and fall to the floor. I felt like I was back in high school, waiting for the instructor to turn around so we could take a break.
Oh, and the handwraps and gloves! Once I took those gloves off I would have sworn someone stuck their sweaty ass in my face and farted. That is the most rank smell. I can't believe that nasty of a smell can come from hands. I already felt like I needed to puke from the workout. That smell definitely tested my ability to swollow the upchuck! I promptly went to the lysol wipes to wipe down my hands.
However, I had a blast. Not only was it a different kind of work out that actually kept my attention, the trainers are hot and flirt with you the whole time. That certainly helped a bit.
So, I'm doing a trial with 2 of the other girls. So, there are a total of 5 of us that will get to go together, to aggravate the shit out of each other to go as we don't want to be the only ones making a fool out of ourselves there.
Wait for the post tomorrow when I bitch about how sore I am. I see it coming.