weirdest thing ever. weird. weird. weird. body combat class,. same intensity, same loud rockin music, same bad moves, same yelling from the instructor, egging us on to get meaner, madder, fiercer, badder...but i'm not feeling it. still loving the class, the exercise, the moves, the music, the technique, the fight...but the demons are gone. it's just me, fighting the air. muscles are relaxed, controlled. it's a spiritual thing. i swear. i'm not a swearing kind of girl, but i swear there's something spiritual that goes on when movement & music come together with such intensity, like in this class. but when there's no spiritual battle going on in my head, and i'm free as a bird, floating on air...then i just breathe normally and punch the living daylights out of...nothing. hmm. so i focus on my technique. watch my form in the mirror, making sure my jab-cross-side-snap-kick is clearly defined, so there's no dead leg on the kick, just a clean in-and-out jab to the side, slice the air with my kick, even if there's nobody there. feeling so light today, i might as well be the sugar plum princess in the nutcracker ballet. la-dee-daaa... soooo...does that mean i should trade in my gloves for my toe shoes, tights and tutu???
POW!!!!
i think not.
this is still too much fun.
;-D
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