Funny, before doing a kickboxing class this evening, I was excited, pumped and inspired with 4 great reasons to just do it. Now, after making it (or struggling rather) through one single 55-minute session, those 4 great reasons have turned into 4 great lessons learned. One hour, one new partner and about a thousand-something sweat drops later, I survived my first kickboxing class. Just barely.
- A single girl living in a big city should protect herself.
I moved to SF with no brother, Dad, boyfriend or even tough guy friend. It was just me, my bare hands and adventurous spirit. I saw right away (after walking through the Tenderloin on day #3) that I’d need to learn the basics, and then some. At least the ‘Jab, jab, jab, right hook’ move. - Boxing, I’ve read, is one of THE best ways to get killer abs.
Walking up Nob Hill has done for my feet what the stair-master at the gym used to do for my legs and butt. This boxing class would replace any expensive gym membership. - You only live once, right. So, why not try out a boxing glass, or two?
My motto since college, this has been my mantra for living, doing, breathing. - Got this book recently, and the cover made me cringe and sign up.
So, I scoured Groupon for a beginner-level boxing class and found 10 sessions for $50 bucks at the Polk Street Gym.
