All you kneed is exercise

As some of you are aware, I finally joined a gym that meets my need for "extreme". I joined The Boxing Club and am in-love with it! I don't know if I would even call it a gym per se because of the usual stereotypes that go along with the word "gym". Thus the word "club." In fact, Luke was pretty convinced that he couldn't get a better workout than what he was already getting and I definitely wasn't going to be able to convince him to join a club. I told him to just come and try it out. After all, the two times I had trained prior to convincing him to check it out, I had to summon every ounce of strength in me to keep from hurling into the bushes after each session. After his first session and while I was still boxing, he was signing up. :) They offer Muy Thai, Jiu Jitsu, Boxing, and Kickboxing. I stay on the safer side and stick with the boxing and kickboxing while Luke, well, pretty much goes without saying that, he doesn't stick with what's "safe".

Yesterday I FINALLY paid for a babysitter so I could get my much-needed beating. I don't know why I always feel like I'm "stuck" when Luke is gone. I feel like it's selfish of me to spend money when it's not a MUST and money that could potentially be used for our children..guess that's the frugal side of me coming out. Since Luke has been gone I've only used the club a handful of times because the club doesn't offer daycare (the ONLY down-side to the place). But I'm sorta glad they don't because I think that would bring in an entirely different crowd...you know the type; those coming to socialize and look like they're working out but oddly, not a drip of sweat has protruded from a single pore of their freshly made up face! Huh! So weird. Anyway, this club is HARDCORE!!! The only people that teach classes are dudes...and I think teaching comes second for them. Fighting first. What I learned after paying for a baby sitter was that it is important and a must for me to take care of myself. It's worth every penny for the way I feel afterwards!

It's difficult to see well in this photo, but here's what my knees looked like just after returning home from Steve's wrath. Nice!