It’s been a hectic weekend for me and the days events were mentally trying, so I’ll share the bit that I recommend to anyone looking to physically wrestle out some tension.

I spent about 45 minutes  sweating out my frustration with a Kenpo-style workout.  I must’ve executed about 1,000 kicks to the front side and back and 3,000 punches all in good calorie and aggression burning faith. During one of my more exhausted moments the instructor yelled, “He’s down! Now, he’s toast!” to empower and motivate us during the knee/back kick combo and I just knew this was the sort of class I needed to be in. (Imagine you reach to grab your “enemy” by the neck, knee him in the stomach and then horse kick his neck. Ouch.)

Of course, I was working with a few imaginary opponents amongst a legion of people drenched in sweat, (you know it’s hot and wet when everyone’s sneakers are squeaking against the wood floor) but my movements were focused. The problem with these workouts for someone who is highly visual, is that when you begin to envision a particular person to “hook” then “jab” it can get a little too intense. I was going for someone’s throat on nearly every movement (and yes, you sort of feel like you could get in a street fight and dominate [a dangerous delusion]). My upper back is feeling the pains that I had hoped to inflict on my fictitious adversary; and having barely recovered from the previous  weeks of illness (my head still feels like it’s submerged in water) something this vigorous was probably not the most brilliant of ideas.

That said, it was one of the most fun, self-indulgent things I’ve done in a long time…and I highly recommend it.