So I found out that there is going to be a colour run here in Perth. Excited much? You betcha I am!!
I’ve wanted to do a colour run for ages. Not really sure why, I think I just like the idea of getting pummelled with a kaleidoscope of coloured powder or maybe it’s just because I’m up for anything that celebrates healthiness, happiness & individuality.
I’ve encouraged one of my friends to compete with me, which is fantastic. Although I suspect there might be a tad more casual strolling & chatting than actual running.
And I must admit I’m kinda blown away about how pumped up I am about it. You see not that long ago I would have laughed in your face & said you have got to be joking if you had asked me to compete in a 5k run/walk in front of a crowd of strangers all looking at me (trust me it’s not everyday you see a 6’2 woman).
But how times have changed because not only am I super super excited to be competing, even though it is mainly just for fun, I actually can’t wait until I get fit enough to start competing in proper races & marathons. Wow, just bare with me a second while I collect myself off the floor from the sheer shock of having just written that.
I did a body pump class tonight, the first & last body pump class that I intend on doing for quite some time. And no it it’s not because my arms & legs literally felt like jelly afterwards, it’s actually because of the length (of lack thereof) of the goddamn step.
At first I was happy that there was a point in the class that we would get to lie down, I was borderline exhausted by that point. That was until I realised that the step is not designed for someone who is six foot two. Seriously for someone my height that step feels like it’s about the size of a small house brick.
And i’m not usually one to complain about my height, sure when I was younger it was the curse of all curses, but over the years i’ve learned to embrace it. So much so that I don’t even think about it, well not until some smartass asks me if I play basketball or i’m in a body pump class with 20 other people & i’m the only one putting more effort into keeping my head & butt from hitting the floor than I am actually lifting the weights.
So I’ve started to incorporate yoga into my routine. I don’t know what’s more startlingly about that sentence the fact that I’m actively adding more exercise to my life or the fact that I actually have a routine now.
So far I’ve only done a few beginners YouTube videos & I don’t know I guess I thought that I’d be better at it. But I’m not. I soon realised that I’ve got little to no strength & my balance is so off kilter I’m surprised I don’t fall over more often.
But in saying that there is a part of me that is enjoying it. I enjoy a challenge (sometimes) & the fact that I’m so crap at it now hasn’t made me want to give up, it’s just made me more determined to get better at it.
Who knows in 6 months from now I might be posting a photo of myself in some ridiculously convoluted pose & you’ll be all like wow how the hell did she manage that.