Live from the Lonely Moments Apartment Complex

I'm going to quit my kickboxing class. It's expensive, which is bad, but the bigger problem is that it's been leaving me feeling worn out. It's hard to do strength training and an intensive cardio activity at the same time, and I feel like it's been compromising my strength gains. Analysis aside, I'm conflicted about the decision. There's a sense of community unique to the gym, the knowledge that this person might punch you and you wouldn't even mind. That's tempered by the moments of awkward inadequacy, missing a kick over and over until somebody gives you the Check Out This Motherfucker look.  I have a relationship with my gym, and now I'm queasy about going for the breakup.