Had a good MA class tonight. 2 min kicking techniques, 1 minute jump roping, repeat for 45 minutes. Great fun, actually. I had a good partner.
Also, always inspiring, Ray is now 6 months pregnant, and still jumping, kicking, punching and just basically kicking ass.
It’s totally cool.
I’ve been hard on myself, as I didn’t go to class Thanksgiving week due to a little holiday hysteria and traveling to visit my folks, and last week, I suffered from insomnia on Monday and zonked into bed Wednesday instead of going to class, meaning I only got in the Monday and Saturday and not the Wednesday.
For some reason, I always expect that if I miss a week of class, I’m going to revert to incompetent weakness.
In fact, I end up coming to class and surprising myself.
My arms continue to get buffer-looking. I think I’m starting to condense again. I cut my calorie count during the week again because, I mean really, I have a frickin’ desk job.
Weekends, however, are another matter. I’m not a frickin’ prude, afterall.
