Whenever I go for appointments with my personal trainer, we spend a couple of minutes in the trainers' office. On the wall they have a poster of a woman in a bridal dress who looks at you accusingly while standing next to a caption that reads "Will YOU be ready for the Big Day?" Stupid poster, trying to make me all self-conscious, I've got 'til July, and my dress fits just fine, thankyouverymuch.
Yesterday, I got to take a break from the high-pressure high-maintenance Bay Street type-A gym for something that felt just as effective but way more fun: I went to a hula-hooping class with
durdaana. It's the most fun I've had at a fitness class in a while, and I was terrible! I remember my hula-hooping skills being awesome in elementary school, but I seem to have regressed. Keeping that hoop up was hard work. (Interesting fact: the larger and heavier the hoop, the easier it is to keep up.) This is a workout that only looks like goofing off; I had already worked up a sweat ten minutes in. This morning my abs feel like ... well, like they've been repeatedly beaten into submission by a large, heavy circular object. It took me until the 45-minute mark to finally get the hang of "basic hooping" again. Unfortunately, by that time, I was so exhausted that the fancy tricks the instructor was teaching us just weren't going to happen. I will definitely be going back.