I have been asked what motivates me to exercise....and, after considerable thought, I came up with the answer - food!
It used to be the thought of a nice 'shiny' at the end of a race, a lovely medal sparkling in the sunshine, but now it's just food.
Whatever event SS and I do, whatever walk we consider, it is motivated by food. We need to know what we are getting, and when we are getting it.
We are connoisseurs of all the local cafe's and coffee shops within a 20 mile radius of Newbury, we know the best energy giving food on the planet......suffice to say, we know the best wind inducing food on the planet..but that story will keep!
In fact, I have come to the conclusion that we exercise, mainly, so that we can have our cake, and eat it!
Sunday 20 November 2011
Friday 4 November 2011
This, that, and Zumba!
It's been ages since I posted on here! I have had nearly two weeks away from work using up my overtime hours, but I haven't had a minute to sit down and type!
I've been doing this, that, and zumba!!
The 'this' and 'that' was nice, normal, 'catchy-up-with-stuff' stuff, zumba was, well, different...but I'll come to that in a mo....
Firstly, as it was half term, Chris and Cassia went on a jolly to Belgium, leaving me at home dog-sitting, and it apparently had nothing to do with the fact that the 'in-laws' were coming for a few days...
Mom and dad arrived on Friday, and stayed until Wednesday lunchtime (Chris was home by tea-time??!!) and we had a great few days - I even got dad to do a 1/3 of a marathon with me and mom, poor chap, we walked along the canal from Kintbury to Hungerford, had lunch at the Tuttipole, and then when Ma and Pa suggested getting the train back to Kintbury it was 'NO', and off we trotted!
1/3 marathon - well done dad - London with SJ next!
Several friends in the nursing sector have mentioned abuse and 'safe-guarding vulnerable adults'..but I bought them lunch.....
Anyways....once they returned to the safety of their own home, and Chris and Cass had been home to dump their dirty washing, eat tea, collect clean washing and head to Brum, all in the space of a few hours - leaving me dog sitting again......I could then do whatever I wanted!
So I did!
I tried various classes at the gym which I haven't done in ages, such as Body Attack, and I now know why I havent' done it in ages......the sickness from all the bouncing is gradually wearing off, and I have ordered a new sports bra - with scaffholding!
And then I got roped into Zumba.
If you haven't tried it, I suggest you do, just once, as it's an experience....
I have no sense of rhythm, I don't know my left from my right, I am very self-conscious, I HATE dancing.....but this they pretend is an exercise class, so you go, just once, to see what the fuss is about!
Simon from church had mentioned he might go...and it was with some relief that he wasn't there on the Thursday evening, I could change my mind after seeing the fit, hip-wriggling others coming into the class, and I could leg it into the gym.....unfortunately Angie from work saw me, and was highly delighted that I had 'finally joined her' - damn!!
So, I spent an hour, sashaying, cha-cha-cha-ing, shimmy-ing, salsa-ing, hip-hopping, turning around when everyone else was going forwards, going left when everyone else was going right, looking completely blank.....but I must have burnt up a trillion calories as the sweat was pouring off me, and I could hardly catch my breath.
So, Zumba..it's not for the faint-hearted, it's not for the unfit, it's not for me really...but I can say I did it!
I'd rather do a 1/3 of a marathon with my dad any day!
I've been doing this, that, and zumba!!
The 'this' and 'that' was nice, normal, 'catchy-up-with-stuff' stuff, zumba was, well, different...but I'll come to that in a mo....
Firstly, as it was half term, Chris and Cassia went on a jolly to Belgium, leaving me at home dog-sitting, and it apparently had nothing to do with the fact that the 'in-laws' were coming for a few days...
Mom and dad arrived on Friday, and stayed until Wednesday lunchtime (Chris was home by tea-time??!!) and we had a great few days - I even got dad to do a 1/3 of a marathon with me and mom, poor chap, we walked along the canal from Kintbury to Hungerford, had lunch at the Tuttipole, and then when Ma and Pa suggested getting the train back to Kintbury it was 'NO', and off we trotted!
1/3 marathon - well done dad - London with SJ next!
Several friends in the nursing sector have mentioned abuse and 'safe-guarding vulnerable adults'..but I bought them lunch.....
Anyways....once they returned to the safety of their own home, and Chris and Cass had been home to dump their dirty washing, eat tea, collect clean washing and head to Brum, all in the space of a few hours - leaving me dog sitting again......I could then do whatever I wanted!
So I did!
I tried various classes at the gym which I haven't done in ages, such as Body Attack, and I now know why I havent' done it in ages......the sickness from all the bouncing is gradually wearing off, and I have ordered a new sports bra - with scaffholding!
And then I got roped into Zumba.
If you haven't tried it, I suggest you do, just once, as it's an experience....
I have no sense of rhythm, I don't know my left from my right, I am very self-conscious, I HATE dancing.....but this they pretend is an exercise class, so you go, just once, to see what the fuss is about!
Simon from church had mentioned he might go...and it was with some relief that he wasn't there on the Thursday evening, I could change my mind after seeing the fit, hip-wriggling others coming into the class, and I could leg it into the gym.....unfortunately Angie from work saw me, and was highly delighted that I had 'finally joined her' - damn!!
So, I spent an hour, sashaying, cha-cha-cha-ing, shimmy-ing, salsa-ing, hip-hopping, turning around when everyone else was going forwards, going left when everyone else was going right, looking completely blank.....but I must have burnt up a trillion calories as the sweat was pouring off me, and I could hardly catch my breath.
So, Zumba..it's not for the faint-hearted, it's not for the unfit, it's not for me really...but I can say I did it!
I'd rather do a 1/3 of a marathon with my dad any day!
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