I never really thought that returning to Zumba would be half as emotional as it was. Co-incidentally it’s a year since my first haemorrhage, which took 2016 on a catastrophic trajectory. But as I told the teacher I might have to do low impact because of surgery, I felt the tears start to well. Continue reading Returning to Zumba
It’s been the craziest week for dancing this week, culminating at the magnificent Rivoli Ballroom … but that was Saturday and that was the end of 1,000 active minutes [fitbit term]. So back to the beginning, back to Monday. Continue reading A Crazy Week of Dancing
It is probably an understatement to say that I love dancing ~ it consumes a lot of my social life, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. This month’s masterclass is Rumba, one of my favourites … although to be fair, there aren’t many dances that I don’t like.
So I’m browsing through websites looking for new leggings to do Zumba and yoga in… scroll, no, scroll, no, scroll, what the F*ck. Are. They?!! These! These are for sale. And not as a joke, they’re designer, don’t you know?.. no seriously designer. There has got to be a reason why the designer designed *this*, whatever *this* is, as they did, my only conclusion is that they found inspiration in Luigi from Super Mario Bros … the model looks thrilled [utterly] about being photographed in it.
Before I’d even got out of bed on Monday morning I’m already 5,000 steps behind all three of the US guys ~ I *thought* their challenge would start at their midnight, not my midnight, giving them 5 extra active hours … arse, bloody arse!
There are four of us at a wedding, stood at the bar (as you do) and we’re all wearing FitBit’s of varying designs. It seems that wearable technology is becoming more and more prevalent… even moreso that I bought my brother and future sister-in-law ones for Christmas. My brother has turned into a competitive FitBit fanatic … bastard!
Pleasingly my wrist vibrates as I’m on the dancefloor, another day’s target hit.