Zumba fitness

Like many a housewife across the country I too have joined the Zumba craze. In case you’re not as ‘with it’ as I am Zumba is a dance based form of exercise inspired by Latin rhythms. I’ve never been much of a dancer. My flatmates from University will testify to that. When I was persuaded to join them for a good night out it always showed that I felt doomed to foot shuffling and awkwardness. Given the choice I would choose a quiet drink in the pub.

So it seems strange that recently I have been consistently getting up early on a Saturday morning to take not one but two classes! I even usually find that I’m dancing with a huge grin on my face. It’s difficult not to when you’re dancing like a “funky sexy chicken”.

The other people that take the class are fascinating. Coming from all walks of life they have very distinct characteristics. Jump around girl only has one move and spends her entire time just bouncing. I’m sure she tried to follow the instructor. At least she is getting a work out even if she’s not moving perfectly. The men who have braved the class (and there have been a couple) find themselves with similar co-ordination issues.

Then there’s the Zumba gang who come fully made up and kitted out ready to Zumba. In fact the instructor will sometimes look to them for support if she loses her place. And I’m always very impressed by the stamina of the lady who is old enough to be my granny. I can only hope that I’m as fit as she is when I’m her age.

So watch out, if I ever find myself reluctantly out clubbing I now have some moves! More likely though I’ll be able to dance with just enough style to embarrass my poor daughter when she’s a teen. Parental prerogative!

Anyway, Zumba is a really fun and enjoyable way to keep fit. Have you tried it? Were there any great characters in the class?

Running

No matter how often we tell them to stay on the grass they never listen. We invariably have to go chasing after them to prevent them racing out onto the road. We are pretty sure they would not be brave enough to go outwith our sight but we don’t want to take any chances.

Being a mummy to a two year old is pretty hard work. They never stop. And I really mean never! Did I mention that they are fast? For people with such little legs they can fairly move when they want to. Then there’s that look they give each other before running in opposite directions. Conversations, therefore, tend to be disjointed at best until we decided that we weren’t going to let our toddlers get the better of us.

Let the training commence!  Only on rare occasions in my life have I actually felt inclined to run but if I’m going to do it though this is that time. We’ve started jogging a couple of times a week. It’s not fast as we can still manage to talk for the duration of the two miles. Some might say that we are not working hard enough but actually I think we’re working doubly hard.

Since starting I definitely feel better. It’s now easy to get places that I want to go with the little one in tow with games of “you can’t catch me” or “I’m going to catch you”. Plus I have a new lease of life for climbing up to the top of the slide and unleashing my inner child by sliding down to the bottom when the toddlers are distracted by the potential dizzying effect of the roundabout.