Today was a rather hectic day at work with a big meeting, which unlike most meetings, was very productive, so I was pleased.
Tonight, I went for the second day of my boxing workout. Day 2 is always the worst, because everything is so freshly sore. I spent more time on warm up and cardio stuff. I only worked the bag with mitts and all for about 8 minutes, as my arms felt somewhat like they were going to shatter with each punch. Also, whereas last time I went there was nobody at the gym, this time there were two different people in the room with me while I was working out at two separate times. So only ever me and one other person. Do you know how self-conscious it is to workout with only a single stranger in the room? Much more-so than if there is a crowd.
Anyway, the entire workout lasted about an hour and 20 minutes this time. While I was packing up there was another guy in the locker room named Mark who was nice and we chatted for a little while while we were getting our things together. He had a website, but I cannot seem to pull it up. Must be misremembering the URL.
So when Kristin got home tonight, I had just finished drinking this HUGE thing of Gatorade, and she goes, “You cannot drink one of these every time you do this boxing workout.” And then she looked at the label on the bottle and exclaimed, “There are 400 calories in this!”
I grinned and said, “I’ve already lost 5 pounds just from the first day.”
Me: “I weighed at the gym. I already lost 5 pounds. I told you. I’ll lose about 20 pounds in the first couple of weeks to a month…”
This is where she lunged across the room and shoved me, starting to yell, “I hate men! 5 pounds! Already! Do you know how long it takes me to lose 5 pounds!”
And then just to nudge her a little more I laughed and said, “And watch. I’ll be eating more and I’ll still lose weight.”
At that point, she made some indescribable noise of frustration and stomped out of the room, only to return a few minutes later with a smile, saying, “I am very pleased that you are doing this though.”