I love Kickboxing!

I don't know if I have said it on my blog before, but even if I have, it bears repeating! I LOVE KICKBOXING!

We got in from Fireworks around 10:30 last night. I got my workout clothes set out and crawled in bed around 11. Thankfully, Angel texted me a little after 11, which reminded me I left my phone in the kitchen. My alarm was set and I signed off of Facebook and went to sleep. 3 a.m. I hear whimpering. My oldest came bounding down the stairs and into our room. I asked what was wrong and she told me she had a bloody nose and needed to go potty. I roused Matt and asked if he could PLEASE tend to her, so I could get just a little more sleep before my 5:45 class. He got up with her, but I still couldn't sleep because I could hear her crying, and mom's just don't sleep through crying, our hearts don't let us! I let him get her all fixed up, then I heard her go upstairs and he returned to bed. Finally, I thought, I could rest easy again. Then I hear her sobbing. I go to the stairs and look up and see her standing in the bathroom. I asked what was wrong and she told me she had run into the door handle. She was OK, no blood, so I sent her back to bed. I got back in bed and drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened at 4 by my middle daughter, who wanted to sleep in our bed. So in she climbed. I finally drifted back off to sleep and was well into a dream when the alarm went off.

I grabbed my phone and struggled to turn off the alarm. I was not well rested. I was NOT happy about getting up to put on my workout clothes. I had no idea how I was going to drive to class because my head was so filled with sleep and the desire to continue sleeping. I put my feet on the floor. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I got dressed for class. I was still groggy. I went back in my room and grabbed the computer and ipad and sat down on the sofa to procrastinate leaving for class. It didn't take long before I knew I needed to leave or I would risk being late and I hate being late.

Getting in my car, I turned on the stereo to 90.5, Positive Hits. Matthew West was singing "Strong Enough" -- this song has become my life motto, ESPECIALLY where Body Back and my journey are concerned! Here are the lyrics:

STRONG ENOUGH, Matthew West
You must
You must think I'm strong
To give me what I'm going through

Well, forgive me
Forgive me if I'm wrong
But this looks like more than I can do
On my own

I know I'm not strong enough to be
everything that I'm supposed to be
I give up
I'm not strong enough
Hands of mercy won't you cover me
Lord right now I'm asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
For the both of us

Well, maybe
Maybe that's the point
To reach the point of giving up

Cause when I'm finally
Finally at rock bottom
Well, that's when I start looking up
And reaching out

I know I'm not strong enough to be
Everything that I'm supposed to be
I give up
I'm not stong enough
Hands of mercy won't you cover me
Lord right now I'm asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough

Cause I'm broken
Down to nothing
But I'm still holding on to the one thing
You are God
and you are strong
When I am weak

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength
And I don't have to be
Strong enough
Strong enough

I can do all things
Through Christ who gives me strength
And I don't have to be
Strong enough
Strong enough

Oh, yeah

I know I'm not strong enough to be
Everything that I'm supposed to be
I give up
I'm not strong enough
Hands of mercy won't you cover me
Lord right now I'm asking you to be
Strong enough
Strong enough
Strong enough


After hearing this song, I was WIDE awake and ready to face my kickboxing class. Susan taught us today. Angel came today! We had 5 of us in class. Susan led us through some great exercises and we took turns doing push kicks on the bag. We literally kicked the bag from the center of the room, to the wall, all with push kicks! EMPOWERING!!!!!!! Then at the end of class, we made a circle and sparred 2 at a time in the center of the circle. The sparring was so much fun! Those who made up the circle side stepped while those in the center sparred. We each got a turn to "fight" everyone in the center of the circle. This was so much fun. We laughed just as much as we "fought" and we were all sweating profusely, or making our fat cells cry (as some choose to say). When we were finished, we all stretched out and relaxed. I love kickboxing, I love the power it makes me feel and the energy it gives me! I'm so glad I have the opportunity to take Mom's Martial Arts Kickboxing! I wish everyone could experience kickboxing. What a wonderful way to work out aggression! I'm always a little stunned when class is over, because it goes by SO quickly! So, I'll say it again, I LOVE KICKBOXING!