Sometimes when I’m feeling down on myself, I enjoy taking a kickboxing class. Sure I feel good afterward because I get a good sweat, and I also indulge in pretending I am inflicting injury upon Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar while roundhouse kicking and upper-cutting. (Meet the Duggars: 17 Kids and Counting on TLC)
But this week after returning to class from a lengthy holiday hiatus, I figured out the REAL reason why kickboxing makes me feel so damn good about myself. In fact, it’s not really the kickboxing. It’s this particular class that’s made up of the most non-athletic uncoordinated goons. I love them for their enthusiasm and earnest efforts, but mostly I love them because they trip up on the simple combos and stop for water breaks more often than I do.
This ego boost is also why I stopped taking the impossibly hard 800 calorie burning, can’t-walk-for-3-days-after class at a different gym.
A simpler way to feel good about myself would be to watch this video repeatedly, which, has still not gotten old and will probably last me well up to Valentine’s Day. PLEASE do yourself a favor and watch this:
I simply can’t watch this video. I tried once…and I almost vomited. And it’s not just because the guy is of larger proportions…it’s also because of my undying hatred for Beyonce, or whatever-the-fuck she’s calling herself nowadays.
Ok, ok…it’s a combination of the two…
Comment by NICK — February 6, 2009 @ 5:43 pm