Kickboxing! RRRROWR!

I went to kickboxing class last night. It was awesome! I mean this quite literally - I am in awe that I neither injured myself nor barfed. Our instructor, Attilla, is aptly named. He is a Hungarian immigrant, and seems as broad as he is tall. This is an exaggeration but anyway. Interesting to note - all these kickboxing instructors and even competitive boxers at my gym have these total teddy bear personalities. Perhaps it's because they can afford to? "I know you aren't going to mess with me, so I don't have to put on a grumpy front." Or something.

Anyway, this is fabulous exercise. It's challenging enough coordination-wise that I am distracted from the fact that I'm working really hard and sweating a lot. I have also recently discovered the joy of the epsom salt bath.