Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Legs, Bums and Tums. I broke all three

This was my first ever experience of Legs Bums and Tums and Kirkstall Leisure centre... perhaps because I've always been too ashamed to say the name of the class to the staff members looking to collect payment, or perhaps because I've never felt I was too bothered about my legs and bum, and one out of three seems like false economy. 

And yet, the time came, this Monday, when I decided that any exercise class will do, and so I gathered my strength and my things and whizzed on over for an hour of toning. 

When I got there, five minutes late as usual, everyone was sat on their steps waiting patiently. I got some equipment together – it always feels good to get a mat, it suggests a leisurely lie down, even though the reality is a little different, but the step and the weights made me nervous – and sat alongside everyone else. 

Fifteen minutes had passed by the time the instructors came flying in. Immediately, she set the music to BLAST-OUT level and began “WOO”- and “YEAH”-ing loudly to bring us out of our waiting-around coma. 



To start with, the warm up felt like a deja vu of the Zumba class I'd gone to at the start of what I'm becoming more and more convinced was an ill-conceived fitness effort. It made sense, it was the same instructor, why wouldn't she use the same warm up? But is it all going to be the same? 

No. First she had us lunging for 3x16 repetitions. And then a different lunge with weights, 3x16. And then a third one. And then step-ups on the step and kicking in the air, 3x16 repetitions. No, not on the small step setting, on the taller one, that's right. And again. And now, quickly, onto the mat. Kick out. And now to the side, 3x16. And now the other leg. 3x16. And now PULSE for a count of 32. 

Are you warm yet? 

No I'm just naturally a shade of crimson and a fountain of perspiration. 

Now lie on your side and lift your leg up for 3x16 repetitions. AND PULSE! And now the other side. And now lying flat lift your legs up. STRAIGHT. THAT'S NOT STRAIGHT. And now... Sitting bone... HOLD IT... hold... 

Genuinely, by this stage, I was lightheaded and exhausted. I don't mean like when you're on the verge of sweat and you're a bit tired. I mean like I can't lift myself up on my arms to rotate onto my other side to do the leg lifts. My leg muscles were quivering and shivering and promising profusely that they will tone up and slim down, just please never do this again. I was worried they may not manage the 7-minute drive home... 

It is only today (Friday) that I am without pain. I spent Tuesday and Wednesday groaning every time I got up, sat down, walked, smiled, took a breath... Thursday I could see the light at the end of the tunnel and today, my poor body is back to a relative normal. 

I will take part of the blame. I shouldn't have pushed myself to this stage given how hugely unfit I am. I knew it was too much, but I felt like every lift, lunge and crunch was costing me a few pennies of this class, and I wanted value. I will also attribute some blame to the instructor, who I am convinced raced through each exercise to make up the 15 minutes she was late by, and the time came from the bits in between where you catch your breath. 

Will I go again on Monday? Possibly, because knowledge is power. 

Monday, 8-9pm, Kirkstall Leisure Centre

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