I have a wee bit of a confession to make. I don’t love group exercise classes. This wouldn’t be a major confession except for the fact that I used to teach aerobics for college credit (I grapevined the crap out of those students) and also used to own and operate a yoga studio. I should be the poster child for group exercise, right? But group exercise requires things that I dread like putting on deodorant and leaving the house. It’s easier for me to go downstairs, turn on the TV, and hop on the elliptical. It just takes so much less time. And I can do things there that I can’t do in a group like go shirtless and fart. You feel me? Naturally when I was asked to check out a TITLE boxing class this month I dragged my feet on responding. I have never punched anything in my life. That’s not true. I did punch a small girl in the face at a bar when she was hitting on my then-boyfriend-now-husband but I feel like that doesn’t count because I was blacking out and can’t remember a thing about it. I’ve certainly never been in a boxing ring; it intimidated me. The one thing I’ve been trying to be diligent with my kids lately is to try new things. So I took my own advice and signed up for a quick 30 minute class with a friend. The morning of the class my friend bailed claiming she thought her kids gave her lice which turned out to be dry scalp and now that I’m writing this I realize I’ve been had. All alone I drove to Newbury Street having no idea what to expect but patting myself on the back for practicing what I’d been preaching. When I arrived I was asked to sign a waiver by the woman behind the desk and she asked me if I had any health issues. “Nope but I’ve never boxed in my life and that’s probably an issue, right?” I half joked half dead-seriously replied. She grinned and told me to pick out some wraps. I picked the ones with skeletons on them because I felt like they would make me look more bad-ass than I felt. After the instructor wrapped my hands I was all “Well this looks cool, can we stop right here?”
He led me to a room with a bunch of bags hanging from the ceiling and announced that since class was only 30 minutes we were “gonna work.” I took a deep breath and tried my best. And you know what? I had a blast. I didn’t want to stop punching. It felt SO good. I thought about the things that pissed me off and the people that doubted me and I let them have it. (I didn’t think about the girl in the bar because apparently she’d already gotten a piece of me.) We did interval work in between bag sessions and by the time 30 minutes were over I was exhausted, invigorated, soaked, and felt every muscle in my body burning. I think I’m addicted.
TITLE Boxing, thanks for changing my thought process on group exercise. I won’t even mind putting deodorant and a shirt on for you next time…
The TITLE Boxing Club Kristin visited is located at 338 Newbury Street in Boston. The instructor can be found on Instagram @_FITboy.
There are several locations around the country.