Kickboxing: I Say Yes to Pain and Gain | Pinay.com
“This is not Lala land.”
These are words that reverberate in my head whenever I walk alone. My boyfriend used to tell me this almost every day—a constant reminder that I need to be extra careful all the time. I get it and I dare not to argue about it. I’m doubtful if I can really protect myself should the situation demand it. I may have the courage, but I’m physically weak to fight back (especially if the person is big or I am outnumbered).
Why do a lot of men doubt women’s strength? Maybe because men see us as soft, dependent and vulnerable creatures that need to be protected all the time. I decided I wanted to protect myself and do something new. That’s kickboxing.
My boyfriend introduced me to it, and at first, and I said: “It’s really not for me. Never!” But, wait! There’s no harm in trying. On my first day, I did the Pyramid training. There, I met other girls who were really health buffs. I could see in their faces the passion of becoming physically fit.
Pyramid training is composed of jumping jack, rotational push up, sprawl and curl ups. We also did few extreme exercises while lying on the floor. Then, I learned the basics in boxing—jab, straight, proper fighting stance and punch combinations.
The night after the gruelling training, fatigue hit me. It was hard for me to turn around in bed. I couldn’t even move my body. It was hard for me to stand. I wanted to swim in a pool of liquid menthol ointment. It took me four days to fully recover from pain.
I gave it a try again, and on the second training (after three days), we did the Circuit. We had to do the jumping jack. We jumped on the big rubber tire, shadow boxed using resistance band, and stepped over and in between a tire. We had to do it like a cycle, one minute each.
I thought I was going to vomit. I felt like I was going to pass out. My throat was dry and my head was dizzy. But then again, I survived. After 30 seconds of rest, we did some foot work before boxing. Our coach also taught me some basic self defense.
The night after that training, I felt the same pain. I thought it was worst. I couldn’t walk. I walked like a duck and I had to count up to five before standing. I felt like I wanted to stop. I thought I was just torturing myself.
But then I realized that the pain I endure during training is a beneficial gain towards my future. If I keep on complaining about body pain, what will happen to me if someone attacks me? Can I fight back? Can I survive? So, I continued. After three weeks of training, I started to feel the change in me.
So far, I’m feeling a bit strong—thanks to the developing muscles in my legs and abdomen. I can also endure longer routines. I don’t have to take pain killer for my monthly dysmenorrhoea. I’ve read in an article that kickboxing is one way to release stress. Whenever I’m stressed, I do shadow boxing or curl ups in my room.
Kickboxing has given me more confidence and I’ve met new friends. Today, I feel like I can fight back in case the situation calls for it. I’ve decided to continue with the training. I’m on my third month now and learning new fighting combos. I can do different kicks and even use my elbows now. Hopefully, I can also take it to the next level and learn Brazilian Jiu-Jutsu. Isn’t it cool to see a woman pulling and throwing a man two times her size?