Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Kickin' some a**

Yeah, that's right....that's me...kickin' a little backside......totally.

When my parents got divorced, my dad mentioned that he would go to TWO aerobics classes a day and do everything in double time. I love my dad but sometimes he isn't very coordinated. Single time might be a stretch....I can only imagine two hours a day of double-time aerobics in tube socks and bad 1980's shorts.

But I get it.

Physical activity is one of the only things that makes me feel good....really good, like someday I might be somewhat whole good.

You would think I would do it more often.

But I don't.

Go figure.

So today, I was contemplating attending a 5:30 class at they gym OR watching Seinfeld reruns and having a glass of wine.

Surprisingly, I found myself at the gym.....go me!

I went to a Body Combat class which combines kickboxing, karate and boxing. I laughed at the thought of this class. I have never gone; I'm not a fighter I'm a lover....but I needed a good cardio workout to clear my head.

Holy Schmoly. I was doing front kicks, side kicks, back kicks....the whole time I thought about kicking grief's hiney.....take that you self-involved emotion, hiya!- you partner to depression, loneliness and isolation....that's right, right in the kisser.....bastard.

I got so focused I almost started to cry which was problematic because kickboxing kicks your entire body and your can't breathe. Crying and not breathing is a bad thing.

But wow I felt good. Like 007 secret agent good.

But don't critique my punches. Despite giving Grief a good whooping with my kicks, I still punch like a girl. My girlie punches make me laugh they are so girlie.

The instructor came over to work on my arms.

"Focus on everything coming from your middle; from your center. All of your power is generated in your center," She said as she tried to correct my oh-so-ladylike arms.

My center, my core, my power....Why yes, everything, everything is coming right from there.

I looked at my focused reflection in the mirror; her determination, her sadness, her eyes glossy from tears and sweat and I gave my grief a stellar left hook.




5 comments:

Shauna Quintero said...

Heather - I get emotional at the amount of strength you possess. I'm sure if the heavy bag could get emotional, it would.

Deana said...

Kick on! I love envisioning you Kung-Fu fighting grief.......he doesn't stand a chace!

Elizabeth said...

Holy Schmoley, this is powerful. Incredibly powerful.

Elizabeth said...

I read this poem by Denise Levertov today and thought of you. Here's the link:

http://www.gratefulness.org/poetry/TalkingtoGrief.htm

Rebecca said...

Left hook right in the kisser! Good for you! Exercise is amazing, something I forget again and again.