When trying to manage or shall we say ‘juggle’ the tasks of Mummy hood sometimes you or I, (as in Kerry (my name!), not Mummy, wife, or tutor) get a little bit put to one side. Well lets face it, where is the time!
I have to say, I have been feeling the effects of my unfitness lately. The huffing and puffing when pushing the double buggy up the road, the slight tightening of my jeans, and the one too many chocolate biscuits, because they are much quicker to eat than making a sandwich; honestly is it nothing to do with taste! Finally the big heave when I bend down to put my shoes on or the crack of my back my as I lift up another child. I am starting to hurt. I initially put it down to aging but it is no excuse, I am unfit.
So when my lovely friend (who also has two delightful children) decided to start up a dance class my friends and I jumped at the chance. Dance is a long standing passion of mine. Never particularly great at it, but always loved it in most forms. I am the one glued to the TV when Strictly Come Dancing is on.
The first hurdle was deciding what to wear. I have no dance shoes, and can’t dance in trainers, and sports gear is just not my thing. I opted for leggings and a tunic polo top to cover the rear!
The hour and half seem an appropriate amount of time. The music was fantastic. The warm up started. Ten minutes in I was warm. Twenty minutes in I was hot. By the last 10 minutes I was sweating, and once on the floor doing the stomach crunches it was beginning to hurt!
Every time the girls and I got a break we rushed to the side to get water (note to self: must take much larger bottle next week!)
The routines started and they were brilliant. It reminded me that this was the only form of exercise I could really participate in, as the gym does not appeal, running is too solo and I don’t have the determination to push myself, and team sports usually require the ability to throw or catch, neither of which are strong points!
An hour in and all of us were all feeling the benefits. Not only am I unfit, but I have no tone, have lost co-ordination, have baby brain, which means I can’t remember the steps and I have lost all flexibility. But I loved every minute of it.
Everyone left with smiles on their faces – the satisfaction that we had all burned up the calories of at least one cake that day, and felt as if we had found at least one muscle that we possessed! All with friends who you know are only ever going to take the Mickey in a friendly way!
Sunday is here, and I hurt even more than yesterday! My abdominal muscles don’t know what has hit them! And although each time I move I wince, a little smile creeps across my face. I am doing something for me, to make me feel good, and to keep me fit, in a style I love. In four weeks time when I make it up the hill without needing a breather and my jean button does up without a lot of tugging it will be totally worth it.