Feeling old and Embracing it

Okay, so today I signed up for a drop in boxing class for beginners. I do not exercise, nor do I do cardio as a cardinal rule. Call me lazy if you will, I accept that. I signed up for this because I have tried to go to the gym and it never ever works. I go 1,2 maybe 3 times then I quit. I am in work hell, company is up for sale for the 4th time since I have been with them. On top of that, our office has been under renovation for weeks and I recently moved due to a renoviction.  All stressful and I need a release, so boxing it is.
Boxing has been a lot more prevalent in my life as East Vancouver where I live has these fund raising events that have servers and bartenders learning to box then have a main event of a few rounds in the ring with each other.  I have witnessed the change in some of the people that serve me everyday and I ask them about what they are getting out of it. A common theme of stress relief and punching stuff as one of the best releases.
So I signed up. I do not have high expectations of me becoming a size of a supermodel or the six pack of a body builder. This is all about the release for me.
I took the class and thought I was going to throw up, die, then throw up again.
The punching was way more pleasing than I thought it would be. It is something, I can not explain. Punching a bag is direct, all energy, force, whatever focused on a single target and when you smash the bag, it hurts but feels amazing. You need to try it. I can't even describe it and give it justice.
I am hooked.