You know you’re out of shape when you arrive to a class at the gym and the instructor asks, “When’s the last time you did cardo?” and you pause, count to think back, and quote a year in the 90s.
I’m always down to try something new, and I’ve always been curious about MMA and other such martial arts classes. A friend regularly takes Krav Maga (an Israeli form of fighting) and invited me to come. I agreed and the next day he let me know to bring a HUGE bottle of water and a towel for all the sweat that will be pouring off of me. He also said not to worry if I need to take breaks or can’t keep up, because that’s normal.
This set in the nerves since as previously mentioned, I’m not much of a gym-goer. Regardless, I went to the class and aside from a small break (where I may have wanted to vomit), made it through. It may have been all of the times I was in a headlock, forced to get out, and throw my 6′ 4″ partner on the floor; the series of punching exercises into a large pad, and/or the first 15 minutes of class that included non-stop running, mountain climbers, push ups, and other uncomfortable commands, that resulted in every muscle in my body being in pain today. I didn’t even know some of these muscles existed. I also didn’t know the lower portion of my face had the ability to be sore short of being punched in it (which I wasn’t…or at least as far as I recall…maybe I blacked out).
I’m not sure if the lesson here is to work out more so I don’t feel so sore again, or the opposite: work out less, thus not creating an opportunity to get sore in the first place.