When we slipped back into the UK it was evident that life was entering strange times especially as my daughter was soon gripped by in-depth spring cleaning. On discovering a long abandoned 30 day shred dvd lurking at the back of her wardrobe we decided to give it a go given our normal classes were going to be off limits.
With Lockdown now in full swing & were nearing the ‘shred end’ we had become incentivised by the definite changes that were taking place. So on discovering our exercise guru now had an app we signed up immediately. Having decreased 1 cm over all the key measurements I was keen to capitalise on the progress. I may not quite have gained the sculpted look of Jill’s ‘best girl Nat’ from the dvd but for the first time ever I was starting see discernible abdominal muscles!
So tantalisingly promised ‘buns of steel & washboard abs’ we find ourselves now 12 days into ‘bangin bikini body’ & the outcome may prove akin to a modern miracle in my case if the promise comes true. Though maybe stealing a pecan slice to go with my post exercise coffee & sit down might make it slightly less deliverable.
Following the regime daughters on app means that Jill gives us exercises based on her considerably younger profile rather than mine so its somewhat of a triumph that I am sat writing this at all. I discovered the difference between the workout regimes whilst sipping wine on a beanbag watching mine run through to keep the days in synch. After all that effort I am not missing out on the credit & virtual badge.
Foam rollering can be a tad painful but necessary especially as I am not able to have my regular sports massage at the moment. I started to invest in these as a means of helping me avoid injury & bringing back flexibility.
On a rare sortie to the supermarket my daughter was able to purchase two firmer, & slightly textured 14cm rollers which a are a little easier to use than the 33cm we already had. Sadly not so much luck finding heavier hand weights, who knew that these items would be rarer than hens teeth in the thralls of a pandemic.
I have harboured the suspicion that there are a few who still consider older women incapable of participating in strenuous exercise let alone a martial art. Revelation of attendance at the annual summer camp is usually met with some degree of surprise mixed with incredulity.
So the prospect it will not run this year brings a tinge of sadness & the likelihood I will not be attempting the timed run to the beach. I recall the first camp & my horror at the prospect of even walking up the hill at the start. Shamed by the fact the team had to go at the pace of the slowest I made a pact with myself to improve. After struggling at the next couple of camps I was assigned to a team where one member who’s ‘day job’ was that of a personal trainer. Gasping out my plan as we approached the hill she started to coach me. Indeed over the week she totally transformed my mental approach & running style. Right up to the day of the timed race I was uncertain whether to participate but in one moment of madness I felt my hand go up when they asked who was running.
I think I genuinely shocked some & whilst I harboured no illusions of winning I dearly did not want to be the last. Perseverance over the years finally paid off as I was the third lady over the line last year & given the first was at least 25 years my junior it remains a personal triumph. All of which I was reminded of by Jill Michaels who points at Nat’s stunning torso & says ‘You want to look like this? You got to work for it!’ & how true that is for exercise as well as other aspects of life.
Which leads me to reflect on my approach to learning to play the guitar. I embarked on this a couple of years ago when thinking I would have time to fill during early retirement. Trying to play everyday if only for a few minutes & it does seem to help improve cognitive function & dexterity as well as a means of escape especially now when the ‘mental claustrophobia’ of lockdown starts to bite. I love to travel & should have been on an adventure as I write but this obviously was cancelled leaving me channelling my energy else where. So have been attempting to write music & lyrics but it remains to be seen whether these will ever be let loose on an unsuspecting audience any time soon. Still it has served to increase my love & understanding of musical technique if nothing else. Who knows maybe I will find the courage to at least post the lyrics at some point.
So until next time I bid you adieu & hope you stay safe.
Someone tweeted recently was it strange to like being in ‘lockdown’ & I must admit in a strange kind of way it is growing on me. Corona virus aside it has afforded many to re engage with hobbies & tackle jobs around the homestead that have hung about waiting to be done.
Also it has slowed peoples lives down to the point where it is possible for once to just be able to take a guilt free moment to sit in the garden noticing the plants & animals for a change or picking up a pencil & drawing etc.
For me I have relinquished almost all kitchen duties to my daughter who is entertaining herself by delving into the many cookery books on the shelves. This new won freedom means not only do we now get a new variety of healthy dishes daily but I can get on uninterrupted with the projects that I had been loathe to start.
Headphones in place with either an audio book or music on the go I have been tackling a rebuild of a small dry stone wall surrounding a flower bed. No stranger to this form of walling as I reconstructed over fifty metres of boundary wall in the past this proved rather annoying. The stones as I told to the great amusement of the husband & daughter really weren’t ‘speaking to me!’ Mad as it sounds to wall effectively you need to be able to work the stones together to sort of interlock them & these really weren’t playing the game. Still with time on my hands & the opportunity to work in the sunshine I persevered & its now almost finished.
Inside the first layer of lime mortar applied to a wall is drying awaiting the finishing coat once the wall has dried. The corner of the room has always been damp so hopefully this will help to remedy it. The joys of living in an old property in the UK where the unseasonal rainfall has not helped.
Today I actually gave myself a day off from chores & treated myself to playing ‘Dan’ my electric guitar & attempting to refine the tune I have been writing for a while. Although never likely to derive an income from my endeavours I do find the whole process completely absorbing & as a result makes me feel very relaxed.
Below should be a link to a Tik Tok that we made & shared to Instagram hopefully you can see it & it makes you smile.
Hope if you are reading this you are having a good day & staying safe.