Ever wonder why we call it a "workout" when, let's be real, it feels more like "wishing I was anywhere but here"? If exercise were a sitcom, it’d be a rollercoaster of emotions—mostly the love-hate kind. And I get it, I really do. If you are a person that goes by first impressions, you would never think in a million years I would be the person leading the class.
And that's EXACTLY why I run my sessions. For women who feel they don't 'fit in' to fitness classes.
Have you ever found yourself clad in neon Lycra, attempting a downward dog that suspiciously resembles a confused cat. It's a masterpiece of flexibility, or maybe just a questionable interpretation of yoga.
Then comes the joy of cardio. You run, you jog, you accidentally trip over your own feet, or smacked in the face by 'the girls'. It's not just a workout; it's a slapstick performance.
Weights? Ah, the silent struggle. That moment when lifting seems to defy the laws of gravity, and your arms are convinced they're made of marshmallows. And don't get me started on the quest for balance. It's a tightrope act, only without the safety net. One minute you're a graceful ballerina; the next, a flailing flamingo on an ice rink.
Believe me, I've done it all (the boob slap in the face is particularly memorable - my own I might add, not when I've crashed into somebody else!). And I know I'm not on my own in having these experiences.
If you are worried about starting a class but your fear of not 'fitting in' or doing something wrong is holding you back, I'm hear to tell you my fitness classes have a sense of humour.
The laughter-induced ab workout, the accidental dance moves (believe me, we've invented a few over the years - cheeseboard anyone?), the left/right I'm not sure what direction I'm going in conundrum - it all happens at my classes - and that's what makes them special.
So, embrace the hilarity, celebrate not fitting in and join me at my classes. After all, in the sitcom of life, exercise is the quirky co-star we can't live without.