Lifestyle: Deeversions – Kickboxing
Our Dee’s been looking for a brand new diversion to keep her going during the week’s drudgery, so we sent her to a series of keep-fit and active living classes so she could
warn everyone about the horrors of an active lifestyle choose what worked best for her. This week, Dee’s diversion involves high kicks and flaking things: kickboxing!
Cork-based Dee attended the 6pm kickboxing class at the RB Fitness Centre on Dalton’s Avenue.
Dalton’s Avenue is an alley I wasn’t familiar with, even though it’s in my own city. Tucked away between Cornmarket Street (or the Coal Quay as it’s more commonly known) and the Paul Street car park, the RB Fitness Centre is a gem. Having decided on this week’s deeversion, back out came my walking-around-the-house, or ‘fat man’ pants, basic top, bare feet… and my willing companion Joy.
I truly did not know even nearly what to expect from the kickboxing class. I had imagined that we would be put punching bags for an hour in an emotional state to dramatic music like in the movies. Instead, the super fit (and toned as hell!) Tania strutted in to the group of ten or so shivering girls and threw on some daycent chunes. Then the
torture warm up started. Star jumps, push ups, general jumping. I was actually seeing black spots by the end of the easy bit.
Then the fun bit began. We were paired off with one pair of gloves and one pair of those pad thingies that the other person holds for the gloved person to punch. It was fairly hard not to mess around and do that gloves up close to the face dancing side to side on your toes thing. Tania kindly showed me and Joy (the newbies) how to punch, how to hold the pads, how to stand and how to kick. You think when you aren’t punching that you get a break when you are holding the pads. You don’t. It’s just as hard. And you get really tired, really quickly. When you have to do six straight punches, six upper punches, five kicks on each side, you start to slow down.
As challenging as the class can be, it’s still a lot of fun. And Tania shouts the odd motivational line over the music every now and then, my favourite being: ‘think of your happy jeans!’
After going through a few routines and swapping between being the puncher and the punchee, we were put doing circuits. Sit ups, punching bags, jumping jacks. And the cool down was like a little extra bit of endurance. Holding a plank pose on your elbows and toes for a whole minute. Try it, it’s really hard. Go on. I dare you.
What I’ve found so far is that the harder the class, the more satisfied you feel after. Red-faced and weak-limbed, we left the building, moaning about our aches and pains and trying to predict how sore we would be the next day. It’s still better to have gone than to have done nothing, tempting as the alternative may sound.
It was eight beans for an hour-long class in the city centre at a convenient time. No complaints there. As far as a work out goes? It’s intense. There would be no way that you could go to this class and not get fit. In fact, you’d almost have to be in a close to fit state before you even try it. Be warned.
And what about the pain levels the next day, you ask? Well, you’ll definitely know that you had a savage workout!
Dee’s deeversion verdict: ★★★★★ / ★★★★★
Next week, Dee’s attending a spinning class for your entertainment, but what would you like to throw at her after that? G’wan, cast your vote.