Recently I have been on an exercise mission. It all began when I entered a competition to win a PT for a month, then went on to actually win.
I have never been a fan of exercise and usually lack motivation/energy to even reach 10 000 steps a day but that is slowly changing. Since having my rotting intestine out I have found a new lease of life (cliché or what?!) so with the help of iron infusions, b12 jags and Michael (my PT) here I am reaching goals I never even thought was possible for a lazy tattie like me.
To ease myself in to getting my heart rate up I joined a dance class. This was so much fun! I used to dance a few times a week pre-Crohn’s. Although, my dad still questions where the money went as I have no rhythm at all. Every week we would learn a new routine along with a new style of dance. Unfortunately for us ‘dancers’ the class is no more at the moment as the teacher was snapped up by a cruise ship to dance all over the world! Amazing! That might be me one day if I keep this up….. Ha!
Then I signed my cousin and myself up to an early morning boot camp. Sorry Gemma! In this class I realised I had no coordination and have returned home not once, but twice with skint knees. The boot camp takes place at 6am in a field behind my flat. I leave my house at 5:57am to take part in circuits, running and weights. Sometimes it is fun. Sometimes I want to cry, faint or spew.
Russell loves rugby so when I seen Tartan Touch I thought I would give that a go too. One little head knock later and a good few bruises, I have to say it is my favourite form of exercise (even if I don’t really know the rules). Ice poles appeared at the end once, but that was the time I banged my head so maybe I imagined that…
Now onto my running. I recently watched my best friend run the Edinburgh Marathon – I have never been in such awe in my 26 years on earth. Not saying I will be running a marathon anytime soon, but thanks to Hope I have downloaded the Strava app and now running up and down Linlithgow High Street. With a few 5Ks under my belt I can see the addiction to running. To start with I did want to throw myself in front of every moving vehicle that passed but that feeling soon vanished as I became more confident. I got a band for my waist too, this stops my insides from jiggling about. I also got new trainers and even fancy socks the support my arches or something high-tec like that (who knew high-tec socks were a thing). Russell dragged me round the loch once and I got eaten alive by midges – I was hating him, and the stupid little midges for the whole 36 minute run. I have now cut down my time to 34 minutes – go me!
Oh and there was a week of rollerblading too.
What exercise should I take up next?