But there is something about punching and kicking a bag that gives me a rush of adrenaline. I took a break for a week and it's all I could think about. Call me crazy but I couldn't wait to feel the sweat running down my back.
My muscles are good, I need to get back to class.
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I've always been very competitive, so trying to keep pace with everyone is a given. One of the best things I have learned in my two weeks is, it's me. It's not about how fast everyone else is going or whether I can do a push-up from my knees or toes, it's about not giving up. It's about trying as hard as you can without giving up.
So, by the end of all the hitting, kicking, crawling (on my end) and push-ups, I a beat. I get home, get in the shower and OH, I cannot lift my arms to wash my hair. Oh boy, I may need another week to recover from this one.