I used to love yoga - and I have done yoga for years. In fact, I did yoga up to 34 weeks pregnant with the twins and up to today I am convinced that it was a contributing factor to the success of the pregnancy. I started yoga at a small studio ran by a little Indian man with a squint eye.He was totally brilliant and by week 8 or 12 weeks he had you doing a head stand. He also taught me deep full yoga breathing and to listen to my body. Later I moved to a well known Pretoria yoga studio,which I loved. But now I have a gym membership at one of the national gyms, connected to our medical aid. And sadly, I find gym yoga a very watered down version of what yoga should be. Never the less, I jump at the opportunity to go to a class when I get the chance but as most parents Hunter and I have to play tag-team in order to get to the gym.
On Saturday morning we got up just too late for him to make the 7:10 spinning class or for me to make the 7:00 yoga class. But when he offered me the chance to go to gym I jumped at the opportunity and at the chance to attend my first Zumba class. Gosh, I was plain scared but grabbed my big girl panties and stormed ahead. I did warn the instructor that it was my first Zumba class and that after months of colds etc my fitness was doubtful. And I started planning a blogpost on how hard it was etc.
But gosh, so much the opposite. I loved it! Totally loved it. And I made it through the whole hour without having to rest. Yeah! Ok, I did nearly die, but I think the smile never left my face - I had so much fun! This was the most fun I had in a gym in many many years. I was rather stiff and sore in some places on Sunday - notably the upper abs. So now I am addicted - I find myself scanning the surrounding gyms for Zumba classes at times I may be able to go.Even just possibly. So the toss up will be yoga class or Zumba class!
But let's face it - pretending that you are Shakira for an hour, all sexy and samba-like, without anybody laughing at you is the best feeling ever!