For the past two years, my fitness routine has largely consisted of yoga, running and basic cardio at the gym. I wake up early to get the workout in before the kids rise, and while I’d rather sleep, I know the exercise keeps me energized and healthy for the workday and evening hours.
Still, bodies adjust and plateau if you do the same thing over and over, so last weekend I elected to mix it up and throw some punches at my local UFC Gym.
I had done some basic kickboxing a few years ago (thanks Billy Blanks), but this was the first time I actually threw on some gloves and hit the bags. Surprisingly, it was really fun!
From a cardio standpoint, the workout got me huffing and puffing, and challenged my yoga arms in a new way. Throw in the fact that I was able to unleash some aggression (my daughter had a major tantrum just an hour earlier), I would say this workout was a “win-win” and something more moms should consider.
The class was mixed with people of all ages and sizes, and it was evenly split between males and females.
The instructor, if you can believe it, was my younger brother. He probably could have used this as a chance for payback, but instead he worked with me to clean up some technique, and even taped my hands up before class. Thanks “little” bro!
He’s been drawn to the MMA-world for almost a decade, and has seen it go from underground to mainstream. Many of the classes he teaches during the week are filled with young moms looking for a little fitness fun.
We’re certainly in a new era of motherhood. I love how both my sons and daughter see I can do anything – I can work for a big corporation, I can run a half-marathon, I can hike the hills with the best of them, and dress up in a beautiful dress if I choose. They see me bake and play cards. They know I’ll talk sports, but also break out to Taylor Swift. When I told him I was making a visit to UFC, they wanted to know if I was getting into the cage, but they never questioned whether or not I could do it. So I suppose I’m doing something right – they know women can be strong, and moms can punch it out. I’m certainly no Rhonda Rousey, but my kids know I can kick some butt!
Disclosure: The opinions within this post are my own. I was treated to a complimentary class by UFC, but would certainly come back as a paying customer in the future. Or maybe my brother can sneak me in. 🙂