As it always is with life there were more changes to come this year.
This one was not so much a change in exercise routine as finding a different way
Continuing with gym visits for strength – or maybe it should be to use all those lovely machines they have, – walking the streets for endurance plus the pleasure from being outside with all the associated views (which you can’t see from a treadmill) , pool visits because I love the feeling of weightlessness and the knowledge my aches and pains will benefit from exercise in the water
this year adding the Ballet for Adults being offered by a local organisation. I love dance in any form and this class turned up at just the right time.
Having spent so much time recently reading/researching/discovering things past (History of my Family) I wondered if I could turn back the clock and mentally return to a younger Catherine who loved her weekly ballet class.
Last year’s foray into Return to Yoga (for seniors) didn’t do a thing for me. I ached for days after each class….certainly didn’t have that feeling of peace I remember from classes in years gone by, these left me with a feeling of frustration because even though
the slim young contortionist the young woman out the front seemingly had qualifications to teach ‘older adults/seniors’ she didn’t seem to understand that some of our bodies just didn’t do the things we may well have been able to do many years ago. By the end of the term so many had found excuses not to attend, there was an awful lot of empty space on the floor which had been covered with mats during the first week!!
Now having admitted that, I’ll also have to admit these Ballet classes are not all ‘wine and roses’ or ‘tea and biscuits’ as some of the attending ladies would prefer to say.
They also are hard work – unlike the Yoga classes where serious was the name of the game – these are hard work with lots of laughter thrown in.
Change can be good, some change can be not so good – what I do know is that 7 weeks into the first term, I along with 10 other ‘mature ladies’………….wearing last year’s yoga pants along with tshirts and carrying pink ballet slippers – not a leotard In sight 😊……………leave the local hall feeling better, walking taller, more at ease with ourselves and declaring Tuesday mornings have become our ‘favourite’ time of the week.
And there’s no way we’re going to change that!