Fitness blogging day 9

Kickboxing with the lovely and talented Miss Regina.

It was nice to go to an aerobics class and not feel like I was precipitating a cardiac event, which is how I feel in Denise and Mark's class. However, I do not recommend aerobics after a lunch of mere ramen noodles and a snack of Hershey's Take 5 — another new thing for me, basically it's pretzels with caramel, chocolate and peanuts in little fudgy bits — is not the best idea.

I have been taking Kickboxing with Regina for the better part of three years and she is really good at mixing up the workouts. There is really only so much in the Billy Blanks cannon; it takes some creativity to rearrange four basic punches and four kicks (I would say the crescent kick and the roundhouse are a little more advanced than the front and side kicks — the rear kick is pretty much a non-factor).

So I bought a bunch of veggies from Safeway for salads and stuff, should I so choose to eat a salad sometime soon. I have balsamic vinegar and EVOO (That's Rachel Ray slang for "extra virgin olive oil"), so I need not eat crummy salad dressing. I can't seem to find an agreeable salad dressing in a bottle — something classy and tasty in a vinagrette — unless it's for hot wings or mom's grapefruit and avacado salad.

I'm not going to make this challenge from the standpoint of the actual timeline — I missed a slot last week — but I'll make up in average by going to four classes (or more, if I feel perky enough) this week. Not very satisfying, but not bad.

Also, now that the weather isn't so blasted cold and the dogwoods are budding a bit and the hyacinths that some kind soul stuck by the apartment building's pergola are smelling up the entryway something wonderful, it makes working out a whole lot easier. Heck, it makes getting out of bed easier.

Now, back to 24 and the velvet terrorist fighter, the only competant man in our nation's capital in bizarro world (and possibly ours), Keifer Sutherland.