So in my fight to claim back my body and to some extent my mind as my soul has always been lost. Tonight is the night that I whisk myself off to Zumba for the very first time. It's one of those dance craze exercise things that has swept the nation. If you happen to not know what I'm talking about, where the heck have you been! I am well and truly jumping on the band waggon, hitchin' my skirts up and off we go, arriba arriba, oh sorry wrong country. I said I wouldn't do it, but I can't help myself my feet just want to dance and this at my age is the closest thing you get, my friends even say it's the closest thing to clubbing, one did say that's Body Jam, but as I told her, my body won't jam anymore.
I am writing this now because I don't think I will be able to type afterwards, I suspect even my fingertips are going to hurt. I definately know my back, legs and pardon me but my arse (gluteous maximus) is definitely going to have some sort of pain or even numbness. I will even go as far as to say that I am very very scared. This may sound a little melodramatic but I have since my back operation for a slipped disc some two years ago not as yet done anything remotely cardiovascular. I took up Yoga for a while does that count?
So my venture into the unknown will begin this evening with the reclaiming of a body not sure who's as mine will probably be losing a lot of water, mainly in the form of sweat. I do hope I can walk tomorrow; bending will probably not be an option. Adieu my friends until the morrow.
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