Back in the Saddle!

A friend of mine from Muay Thai shot me a text to see if I was planning on going to class this afternoon. I have to admit I'd been considering it and knowing a buddy was going to be there kinda tipped the scales. It was very satisfying. I'd planned on showering at the gym and then starting my errands, but the guy teaching the class worked us hard and I'm two weeks out of shape. That's bad considering my "in shape" is still technically "way outta shape." I went home instead and spent thirty minutes or so in the bath and then took a long nap. I woke up starving. I was seriously craving some beans and rice, but the kitchen was a wreck and I was too hungry to wait for the time it would take to clean and cook. So I ended up eating the beans directly from the can and Doritos by the fist full. I know, it's bachelor chow, but it's all I had time and patience for. If I'd have ventured out to the garage where Paul and his friends were hanging out, I'd have found hot dogs and mac&cheese. *sigh*

My ribs hurt, but not as bad as I thought they might. I think I'll just got to the beginner classes until I'm back to normal. I just have to say there is nothing so satisfying as punching; the impact that you feel all the way up to your shoulders and across your back. The smack of glove on bag. Gawd I missed it!