Last week I tried my first ever BodyCombat class at the gym. I did this, as you might remember, immediately following a 60-minute BodyPump class. I wrote about it here, as I decided to explore the importance of moving outside my own comfort zone.
BodyCombat is an over-the-top energetic program, inspired by mixed martial arts. It draws from a wide variety of disciplines, including: karate, boxing, tae kwon do, tai chi and muay thai. It also beats you to a pulp from a cardio perspective. See what I mean?
So in doing BodyPump for an hour (average calories burned = ~560), and then following that with an hour of BodyCombat (average calories burned = ~740), I had burned 1,300 calories in just under two hours last Tuesday. Now that’s quite the bang for your buck! And despite all my complaining last week, I got through both of those classes with great energy and good form, and minimal pain and suffering.
So yesterday I told myself, what the heck, why not try it again!
Well, for one reason, because I woke up feeling a bit lethargic; with a scratchy throat, a stubborn dry cough and a slight sniffle. That said, I was the picture of health compared to Mr. Enthusiasm, who looked like death warmed over. He was running a fever and alternating between the sweats and the shivers. I pumped him full of Tylenol, threw a cold compress on his forehead and got the hell out of Dodge before whatever Ebola-like virus infected him could find its way to me. [I’m nurturing like that, FYI.]
I drank a ton of water, downed a green smoothie [buckets of raw baby spinach, almond milk, chia seeds, flax seeds, frozen banana, frozen blueberries + plain Greek yoghurt), and headed to the gym in time for BodyPump. I got through the class with a decent amount of energy, and managed to lift my standard weight on the bar-bell.
So I decided to just try Combat again. It couldn’t hurt to at least try. Right?
Check out the promotional video to see what good-form BodyCombat looks like:
Now picture me. Dri-fit clothing soaked right through, face and chest all blotchy red from over-exertion, and hair all plastered to my head and wet. Super attractive, right?
I’m sure several people had the paramedics on speed dial — just in case the old blonde chick keeled over from heart failure.
My body was screaming, “Okay Sweaty Girl, it’s time to go home and have a protein shake. Then maybe a soak in the tub with Epsom Salts. And, possibly a Hot Toddy just in case you are really sick.”
Dismissing the voices, I dug in, attempting to channel my inner warrior, and gave it everything I had inside me. I can tell you, from having seen myself in the wall of mirrors, that I looked nothing like the lovely warrior princess in the promotional video above. But I got the job done.
It took everything out of me. More so than last week, which feels like a backwards slide. I hope that it’s simply due to my kinda under-the-weather’ish feeling [Note: I am NOT sick. I refuse to get sick.] and not that I’m actually in worse overall condition than I was a week ago.
I know there will be a learning curve for Combat, just like there is with any new activity I try. And I know I need to cut myself more slack. What I’m doing is pretty freaking awesome.
Even if I look completely uncoordinated and utterly spastic while doing it, I am a warrior.