It’s a real August scorcher and I wake up to the shriek of my alarm. 7:30am, perfect. Just enough time to snap to it, drink my famously strong coffee have a bite and head out to kickboxing class. I joined CKO about a month ago and I am already seeing the results. This is not an endorsement, no they’re not paying me in fact I paid them to whip my Italian ass back in shape after a year of caloric indiscretions that are not the reason for this article.
I digress.
I’ve been hitting the bags (ya like that term?) around three days a week on average mixed in with some running and weight training and I’m starting to look like my old self again. The classes are brutal. I’ve had personal trainers, no, really good ones who’ll beat your body into submission, make you cry for your mamma and wish you were born French, (or maybe that’s just me) Point is, this is every bit the workout but in a class setting. You feel it, and see it quick [...]
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