John and I found a boxing gym not too far away, and we finally went to check it out Wednesday night. This gym has boxing classes a few times a week (that we might not be able to get to all that often), but better than that, it’s open a good amount of hours, and we can get in any time to work out on the bag on our own or use the weight room. It’s only been five weeks since our last boxing class, but apparently, five weeks is enough to take away all the goodness we’d gained. We found that out the hard way. We took a class at 5:45 Wednesday night that wasn’t that different from some of Nick’s classes at our old gym. We started with sprinting, hit the bag for a while, and finished with an ab workout. It was tough, but doable. And then we woke up Thursday morning.
Oh my god, I was sore. Stiff all over, too sore to move. And today? Not much better. Here’s hoping I can hobble through a run tomorrow morning.
We’re just going to have to pick up boxing again to toughen up (which we wanted to do anyway). And hurt a little bit. Does anyone have any ibuprofen?