Tub on the Run


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My betrayal

Ok, ok.  It isn’t that dramatic.  I went to Thighs, Bums and Tums instead of Zumba Tone.  Let’s just say that the grass isn’t greener on the other side (of town), and we will be going back to Zumba Tone next week.

There was a lot of cardio type stuff at the beginning, most of which I did alright on, but some of it was a bit iffy.  The lady in front of me kept glaring at me (for the record, it was her encroaching into my kicking space), but I had a laugh with my friend.  I did start complaining that this wasn’t really TBTs, more random kicking.  Well… Then came mat work.  It’s official.  I don’t have abs.  Well, I’m sure I do (and I’m sure I’ll feel them tomorrow), but I struggled with the crunches, leading me to the conclusion that any abs I do have, have laid dormant for several years and will require some significant coaxing to awaken from their hibernation.  I did realise that I quite missed doing yoga, whilst I was mid-cat pose.  Sadly, the only evening yoga class is on at 7pm on Tuesdays, slap bang in the middle of fat club.

Anyway, as friendly as the class was (and there were a couple of really nice people), I think I will be going back to Zumba Tone next week.  All is forgiven.  I mean, they didn’t even do many squats (unlike ZT which has a whole song devoted to that particular movement).  Pah.

Randomly, I’m not feeling good about weighing in tomorrow.  I don’t know why.  No, that’s a lie – I had a very tasty roast at my parents’ house yesterday, and haven’t been saintly today really.  You can’t have a roast without gravy though – that defies some law of nature somewhere.


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A small confession

Having extolled the virtues of all things Zumba related to another blogger, I am ashamed to say that I have had enough of it for the time being. The main issue for me is that the Zumba Tone part (the bits with weights) are being taken over by the normal Zumba tracks (sans weights). I just don’t have the capacity (physical or mental) to keep up with normal Zumba tracks – hefting this 17 stone carcass around in a dancing kind of way simply comes across as a fat person flailing on the floor. So, until normal Zumba Tone returns to a majority session of weights, with perhaps one Zumba warm up track, then I shall be parting company for the time being.

This does not bode well for my Zumbathon that I foolishly signed myself up to.  At this rate I will hate every second of the three hour stint.

The quest to find a new Monday night exercise begins.  I have the choice of thighs, bums and tums, Body Balance, spinning (which is out, as it needs to not be cardio), circuit training or Body Combat.  Circuit training is out, I just can’t stand it.  Balance is also out as I’m a bit purist when it comes to yoga and I found the Tai Chi element a bit…  Well… Not me.  So it’s looking like eithe Combat or TBTs.  I’m thinking TBTs, but I shall consult my class buddy (and pray she says TBTs).

Enough blogging, it is time for tea (lemony tray bake roast pork thingy from the last Slimming World mag).  Happy tea time people!

(Oh, and my change to soya milk seems to be proving a success – no tummy aches since the switch)


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Out again – in better weather this time!

So week 1 run 2 happened last night.  I clearly benefited from the freezing (/numbing) weather conditions on my first time out, as I found this run much harder.  I don’t know whether it was because I was running into the wind, or that I was too hot (two tops and a coat – I could probably have left the second top, but you live and learn).  Before I go any further though, I would like to apologise sincerely to the poor people out for a leisurely Sunday evening walk – sadly I am unable to pay for the counselling required to ease the mental trauma I may have inflicted upon you as I wheezed, puffed, wobbled and jiggled past, turning a colour that even a beetroot would be proud of.

Do I feel good?  Hmm… Yes, because I got out and made myself work again, despite Inner Tub’s protestations and the burning lungs.  I had been pretty miffed to find out water company digging up the road to fix a leak, which had resulted in the water being turned off.  Inner Tub was strongly of the opinion that we couldn’t possibly exercise if there was no hope of a shower at the end.  Much to Inner Tub’s chagrin, the water was turned back on within half an hour.  Now, what did feel good was the bath that I soaked in when I got in.  Complete with a bathbomb from my Christmas gifts.  That was my treat. So yes, despite being a little achey, I feel pretty pleased.

I even remembered to do some stretches when I got in (something I forgot and regretted on Saturday morning after the first outing on Friday).

For my inner statistician, this run was 31:55, for 3.31km with an average pace of 09:38/km. Not quite on par with our local running superstar Jo Pavey. Ah well! Maybe next time!