I have been on a health kick in recent weeks. I joined a gym and got myself a little personal trainer which has been going really well. Surprisingly I have enjoyed all my sessions despite being convinced on a few occasions that the trainer was trying to kill me. At first I was a bit like Bridget Jones – clinging on for dear life to the cross trainer and looking around in mortification at all the really fit slender bodies around me, but thankfully I am starting to find my flow now. I don’t want to get all preachy but it really is uplifting to exercise and I leave the gym feeling exhausted but refreshed.
I haven’t felt brave enough to join any body pump/combat type classes yet but I have joined the yoga class once a week which I loved, until this week! Whilst I was trying to remain anonymous at the back of the room, the yoga teacher announces in her sing song voice that we had to find a partner for the next stretch. We all looked around frantically at each other, and it took a few minutes of trepidation before any of us sprang into action. I was reminded of school P.E, when teams had to be picked; that sinking feeling that you may just be the last one standing! One man in the class was picked to demonstrate the move with the teacher; I truly wanted to weep for him. Despite being an extrovert I don’t enjoy any kind of audience participation so I am mustering up all my courage to go to the next class! To think I thought Legs, Bums and Tums looked traumatic! ;)