Haven’t blogged for ages but I am going to try and start again, truth is life has been really busy and it’s “me time” that has got pushed out. However, this week I caught the Zumba bug. First challenge was squeezing into my old gym gear, had to give up and buy a new top, but I was not deterred. Then I had to get Rohan to sleep in time to make it to the start of the class, this was quite difficult. How do children know when you need them to go to sleep quickly, and why, instead of cooperating do they insist on employing super human tactics to resist? I’ve never left Rohan at night and have to say it was extremely hard to do so, I felt awful driving off knowing he might wake up and scream at Darren until I got home, but I need to get back in shape and find a way to keep sane through all the changes going on at the moment. Anyway, I got to class and was surprised at how nervous I felt, I was really pleased to see a couple of familiar faces, until I started panicking about people I know seeing me make a complete arse of myself!
There was a real mix of people so I was hopeful I’d cope as well as could be expected for a first timer. Then half way through I thought I was going to pass out! It’s seriously hard work; it was one of those hot, sweaty moments when you think, “I hope I don’t hit my head when I fall”. The sensible thing to do at these moments is to stop, however, I couldn’t. I couldn’t because a very pregnant lady next to me is still going and hardly sweating, how can I stop for a breather when next to me someone is not only doing Zumba without a step out of place, but growing a baby at the same time. However, this was great motivation and I survived my first work out in two years without passing out, but only just! Now I have the Zumba bug, it’s like when you’re young, drunk and dancing without a care in the world, and without the first though about what you look like. I loved it, everyone’s in it together and no one cares if you’re so confused at the directions your legs are supposed to be going in that you forget to wave your arms. As soon I stop aching I’ll be going again, I’m aiming for two or three times a week. The best news was Rohan didn’t wake up while I was gone which means I won’t feel so bad about leaving him with Darren next time I go. I can't wait!
