I'm unfit. Very unfit. If I ever have to (I was going to say run for a bus but I take the car) run after The Terror I find myself gasping for breath, heart pounding and red in the face. Worse still, whilst walking uphill and trying to have a conversation on the phone I sound like I could have a job on the premium rate lines! I used to go to Zumba 3 times a week, until just after Christmas then the novelty wore off and it died down to once a week when my motivated friend made me move my ass! I think everyone needs at least one motivated friend to counteract the bad influence friends inviting us for scrummy cakes/coffee or kebab/beer! Anyway the comfy pyjamas and cuppas with dunking biscuits have swapped the place of my zumba classes for quite a few weeks now, so tonight, I'm motivated, I'm going (as soon as I eat this pasta anyway...).
People often look at me and say "yeah, as if you need to excercise, theres nothing on you". Well for one, I often disguise my mummy tummy and two, plenty skinny people can have heart attacks too! I've seen many a larger man or lady take part in marathons, and well done them! Its a hell of a lot more than I could ever do. So it does annoy me when people assume slim = fit.
I did have a giggle a while back when a male friend asked eageryly "so in these Zumba classes are there lots of fit ladies, and what do they wear?" I helpfully told him its all young sexy ladies and everyone wears lycra hot pants and bra tops. Well, he doesn't need to be dissappointed with the truth ;o)
