right jab, left hook, kick to the ribs

My boxing gloves are hot pink.  Don't you dare judge.
(Photo taken at Classic Kickboxing)

I didn't think I'd ever be a "regular" at the gym.  The wine bar, neighborhood boutique, even the smoothie bar at the Whole Foods around the corner, yeah, totally.

But here I am, nearly every night of the work week, hair pulled back, hands wrapped, ready to clear my mind of the day.  And afterwards, I feel like a new person!

Evidently, beating the crap out of a punching bag can do wonders for a gal's sanity.