Kickboxing and unpacking books, which is worse?

Tonight I had my second kickboxing class. I figured out the routine after just one class, so this class was not so bad. I will tell you, it is a damn good workout. It makes me feel like the workouts I’ve been doing in the morning are worthless. That however, could be a good thing. I think I like kickboxing… a LOT!

So, when I got home from kickboxing, I decided the smart thing to do would be to bring more boxes of books into the house and load them into the new IKEA bookcases. I have almost run out of space, and I’m missing at least 2 boxes of “enjoyment” books (doG only knows where they are, I can’t find them), and I haven’t even put away the computer and text books yet. I’m in so much trouble. I think I’m going to have to buy another book case! After moving/putting things away, I think I was sweating just as much as I was at kickboxing.

The only difference between the two? I watched Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason while putting away the books. Much more exciting than watching the kickboxing instructor. Too bad she isn’t a cute boy. That would make class incredible!


  1. Now that sounds like a fun way to exercise.