Day 37: Art of Surviving

After a butt kicking from Bilal, it was super difficult to hit the floor today.  I got up and out the door just in time to make it to the 148th club for Art's 6a.

As I got wrapped and started running around the perimeter, I was just dragging!  We got good and warmed up with several drills before gloving up.  I was a zombie!  No matter what I did, I could not shake it.  Muscles sore, eyes hazy, and mind wandering....

Once we hit the bag, I was relieved since this is my absolute favorite.  I quickly realized it was kickboxing, not boxing.  But, it might be a good change up since I'm always so drawn to boxing.  Art did several combos that included some good punches.  He stopped by my bag at one point to correct my kick.  Usually, I don't have a problem with foot placement and turning my hips, but today I was dazed.

All I kept thinking was just make it through, then a 36 hour break until Wed eve.  It's day 37!  Seriously, just keep moving and breathing.  I think I actually felt better after I completed my first full marathon than at this moment.  I thought about how I had chuckled when someone at the Parkville club questioned my mission.  Her statement was, " You can't go that long without giving your body a break."  My response was, "Well, that is what I'm doing the other 23 hours a day that I'm not working out."

Surviving Art!

Art continued to challenge my zombie state.  As we were doing abs and I was just staring at the ceiling, he asked, "How do you feel?"  I said, "About 50%."  I think he was taken back a bit and said, "Well, we will take it then."  At that point, he had no idea what my body had been through the last 37 days.  I usually wait until after the workout just to make sure I get an authentic experience.

After class, I talked to Art for a few minutes and told him that he about almost messing up my schedule.  On one Tuesday morning, I was on my way to attend his class to find out it would be Paige instead.  He shared with me that his wife just had a baby, so needed to help Mama out...I was thinking that he should be the one in a daze with the lack of sleep.  So, I quickly let him off the hook as I do remember those newborn days...doubly vivid.  Luckily, it all worked out.  Just like today...I WILL survive.

On the way home, I think I finally woke up.  As I came to the realization that I only 3 more days, I was super pumped!

Oh, no, not I, I will survive
Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive
I've got all my life to live, I've got all my love to give
And I'll survive, I will survive, oh