Kung Fu Fighting

So. Martial arts.

Yes, I'm referring to this post from 2 weeks ago.

I like to keep you guys in suspense.

Either that, or it's taken me this long to get my head around this decision.

So, martial arts.

I have now attended (and survived) 4 lessons. And boy is it hard. My poor unfit, chocolate loving body didn't know what hit it. After the first session I could hardly drive home my arms were shaking so much.

But the fact that I love it makes the pain worthwhile. And there's been a lot of pain.

At some point over the last two weeks every muscle in my body has had it's turn at aching. But it's a good sort of ache, knowing that I am actually moving and using my body and hopefully getting fit.

The moves are coming back to me quite easily, but after 7 years, it's the fitness side that's taking a while.

I'm having to do girlie push ups on my knees, not like when I was the super fit Kung Fu Master (ahem!) and I could do 100 push ups on my knuckles.

On the concrete floor.

At least that gives me something to aim for.