Okay. I did it. I went to the first "Dads train free" class at Daughter's TKD school.
As you might imagine, a 6'1", 335 lb (yes, I've gained since March, about 12 lb) man is going to have a bit of trouble. I just didn't expect to have as much trouble with the basic calisthenics as I did. I can do about 10 push-ups, and maybe 1 sit-up. I think the problem with the sit-ups is that my upper body masses WAY more than my lower body, so there's no leverage. The sit-ups were done solo, which means no one holding the feet. I felt like a frackin' turtle on it's back.
Also, I think a salad w/chicken at the local Mexican place before class was probably a bad idea (and not just because it's not on the plan I outlined yesterday).
Regardless, I'll probably go back. Next class is Saturday. I can probably make 4 classes a week (Mon, Tue, Thu, Sat), which gives me 15 classes to figure out if I want to pay almost $80 a month for further torture (for the quick among you, I know there are 16 opportunities between now and June 30 on that schedule, but I'd have to miss this coming Monday).
My balance needs help. My flexibiilty needs help (particularly when it comes to the side kicks). Oddly enough, I seemed pretty solid on the punches, blocks and front snap-kicks (at least for my first time trying them all). Oh, and my general fitness level. Well, that's the whole point of the Medifast thing, right? And this IS exercise. Not just exercise, but exercise that really kinda requires me to do more exercise outside the class to not look like a total idiot.
Funny how shame is a more powerful motivator than health.
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