Did a crazy thing this week: I joined a gym. Not just any gym though. If you’re familiar with UFC, then you know how high-intensity their training programs must be. If not, here is a video of what the Ultimate Fighting Championship bouts look like:
Pretty heavy stuff. This gym is NOT a UFC training camp — I will not be groomed to battle in the Octagon™.
But each hour-long class (of which there are dozens in any given week) is in a group setting and incorporates varying elements of boxing, kickboxing, core, resistance, and other mixed martial arts training. I have done two sessions so far, and…#ouch.
I was introduced by ‘winning’ a free class (as with any good business, there are promotional offerings that smoothly translate to sales pitches), but I wouldn’t have committed if I weren’t ready to. This is exactly this kick-in-the-ass motivator that I need for myself. Toning, definition…or, if I don’t push myself to achieve, it’s comin’ out my bank statement each month. SUCKA!
Let’s go, body. Time to do work.
In one way or the otha…