Turbo Kick Boxing

I’m fairly cer­tain that women were not the crea­tive genius behind many things.

Two that come to mind are the public bath­rooms and Turbo Kick Boxing.

I mean, seriously! Bath­rooms for women should always have more than 2 stalls and lots of space for wai­ting. Need I say any­more on this subject?

Didn’t think so.

Issue #2 Turbo Kick Boxing:

Well, I should cla­rify. It’s not that I don’t think a woman crea­ted this exer­cise class. Frankly I don’t know. I just don’t think that a woman who gave birth vagi­nally, and then nur­sed a child crea­ted Turbo Kick Boxing.

I came to this rea­li­za­tion on about minute 27 of my hour-long trial Turbo Kick Boxing class Thurs­day night. It came just as the cute perky thang, who was no older than 20, with rhythm to die for, shou­ted out a new combo of jumps, kicks, punches and jacks.

Jacks.

As in jum­ping jacks.

Twenty seven minu­tes into this wor­kout I, who has about as much rhythm as Elaine from Sein­feld, am trying des­pe­ra­tely to keep up with CPT (cute, perky thang) and falling short of the mark in oh so many ways.

Insert the jum­ping jacks.

I know jum­ping jacks! Now this is a combo I can do.

My con­fi­dence begins to grow. I’m fee­ling the anti­ci­pa­tion of suc­cess lea­ding up the the jack.…

Kick, Punch, Punch, annnnnd Jack.

Annnnd I pee.

Right there in the middle of class my musc­les fail me and oops! out comes pee.

Les­sons I lear­ned that night were many.

First. Do not do jum­ping jacks without wea­ring some sort of, ahem, pro­tec­tion down there.

Second. Nursed-out breasts flop, while doing kicks and jacks, no mater their size.

Third. Turbo Kick Boxing is a cruel, cruel joke pla­yed on post-birth/nursing moms.

Fourth. I have no rhythm. This les­son was lear­ned years ago, just rei­te­ra­ted Thursday.

Fifth. This form of exer­cise should really be rena­med Turbo Kick My A$$.

Sixth. I think I’ll stick to the ellip­ti­cal machine.

This was cross-posted at Sili­con Valley Moms Blog on Saturday.

5 Comments »

  1. Cash's Mom said,

    February 11, 2008 @ 8:55 am

    I love it!! HA HA HA!!!

  2. Lia said,

    February 11, 2008 @ 8:58 am

    It has taken me months of going to aero­bics to not pee myself. I have only had one so I can’t ima­gine what it will be like after 2! UGH!

    Lia’s last blog post..Friends, Par­ties and Mic­key, OH MY!

  3. Jennifer said,

    February 11, 2008 @ 1:40 pm

    I’m sorry I’m laughing. I can’t help it. Also, I can’t help peeing myself, either.

    Jennifer’s last blog post..Roo­kie Paren­ting Mistakes

  4. Jamie Dockiewicz said,

    February 11, 2008 @ 6:58 pm

    You are so funny! I died laughing rea­ding your post today because it couldn’t be more true. You have such a way of cap­tu­ring rea­lity with such a great sense of humor.

  5. jen said,

    February 27, 2008 @ 2:52 pm

    This is all too true. I had this pro­blem before kids (doc says it is a phy­si­cal cons­truc­tion of my body — oh joy) and now it is only worse after 3 kids. Need­less to say Jane Fonda and Denise Aus­tin were NEVER my friends.

    So funny.

    jen’s last blog post..She Blogs Hard for the Money

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