My First Karate Experience

Well, this was beyond comfortable. I managed to wake up reasonably early for someone like me (10:00 AM) in high hopes of participating in a new karate school I inquired about yesterday. It was much much different than my experiences in kung fu. If I had to apply respective elements to the two different styles, I'd say karate is like Earth, and kung fu is like water. Karate focused more on the precision of the strike and the power behind it. It's high in conditioning and requires more body strength than you would expect. The class I attended was very strike oriented and was more like a cardio-workout. On the other hand, kung fu is more fluid, and bases a little more on form, timing, and movement. I didn't expect karate to be what it was.
However, I put on my kung fu gee and attended karate class, being a black sheep outcasted in a red landscape. There was little focus on stretching and the warm up seemed pretty routine; 100 jumping jacks and a few minutes of sprints. I haven't really moved this entire summer though, so the exercise was getting to me. Let's not forget to mention I made the horrible mistake of eating right before class.
Continuing, after the warm up were some basic kick forms. It didn't focus on stance or movement, just the pure kick, which started off at front-heel kick (I know it as a front-snap kick, but again, karate and kung fu just aren't the same). By this time, I was feeling really sick, and couldn't breathe properly, so I asked to sit down, and my mother led me outside. I was glad she stayed to watch class now because I immediately puked after asking to go to the bathroom. Yuck. Yup, I just puked in the doorway of the dojo. I felt so sick then.
And that ended my first experience in karate! :D I can't wait to go back now. Next class starts Monday, whoohoo! I'm so masochistic....