Entering the fitness class.

I have been a member of the gym for a while.  I do a bit and I enjoy going with my gym partner, the very fit, strong and agile Chloe.  I cannot compete against her young body but going together I push myself more.  We have a little routine going now and we come away feeling like we have achieved something.

I have often considered joining a fitness class, I know the motivation and encouragement would help me, but I don’t speak to anyone when I go to the gym and I have never been brave enough to push open the door to a class.  However one of the things I am determined about in my new life (the one where I become a work from home mum) is that I am going to get fitter, healthier and regularly get to the gym.  Its all about getting that balance right.  Therefore last Thursday I booked Erin into kids club and booked Chloe and myself into Body Balance.

It wasn’t until this morning I looked up what body balance was and realised it was a pilates / yoga/ Tai chi class.  I thought I could handle it.  We stoody outside and already  felt my teenage angst rise up.  I am not good with new situations and I was thankful Chloe was by my side.  So we entered and somehow it appeared we were stood at the front of the class, not the position I really wanted as would have preferred to be hidden at the back.  The class started and we had to inhale and exhale like some birthing women.  I thought this is fine, we moved through the first few stretches and it was good, I was worried about expelling either air and making embarrassing noises or even peeing a little as the pelvic muscles are not what they were!

When we moved on to the balance bit I failed spectacularly.  Who would have thought standing on one leg could be so challenging?  I wobbled like a jelly on a plate.  The thought of my belly wobbling was tough, but the reason I kept trying to control the wobbles.  I would like a much tighter set of abs, which the fab instructor promised me are buried somewhere deep underneath the outlayer I have on show!  Chloe wasn’t much better than me which made me feel better!  She might be long and strong but her core isn’t great, we knew that already and the physio’s had suggested a pilates type class would be good for her.  Chloe is way more flexible than me, but she too wobbled and lost her balance.  Then as if that wasn’t enough we went into the core abs section, more sit ups and exhaling than I had ever done before.  It hurt.  After the class I staggered home to put my feet up.  I can already feel the effects, especially in my legs and tomorrow I am wondering just how much I am going to hurt!

It hasn’t put me off as 1. I didn’t pee myself and 2. the instructor was great.  Chloe and I are going to work our way through the classes and see what we like best.  I pushed open the class door and I want to push open a few more now.

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