Kick. Box. Ing.

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Dana who could k i c k  b u t t. She trained in the dojo 4 times a week, every week. She was strong. She had endurance. Then, Dana went back to school, on to grad school, and got busy with her career. And she ate. Alot. And stopped working out. Ever. And she missed being the tough chick who could kick your butt (or who could at least justify talking like she could kick your butt.)

A few months ago, I bought a Groupon for a 10 class punch card to a dojo near my house called U.S. Elite Martial Arts. I've been nervous to go for a bunch of reasons.

1. I'm insecure (it's something I'm working on).
2. Girls are mean, even grown up ones.
3. It's not pretty when I sweat.

Last Saturday, I mustered up the courage to take the 9:30 kickboxing class. Oh, I can't even begin to describe it. Just setting foot inside the place warmed my heart. All dojo's must smell the same because the mix of dirt, sweat, punching bags, and leather filled me with such a sense of peace and comfort. I was home again. I spent the next hour running, jumping, push ups, sit ups, jump rope, shadow boxing, bag work, and solid abs. I sweat like I haven't sweat in years. And I loved every stinkin minute of it.

I could hardly move yesterday and am still VERY stiff today. But, it was worth it. And, I'm going back tomorrow. And the best part? I bought another punch card on Groupon tonight! So, I get to take at least 20 classes in total. YES!