Well, last night was a fantastic night…….but to explain, a brief summary for those who don’t know the story.
I used to often hold BBQ’s at my house, those BBQ’s usually involved alcohol (like any), Les Mills music and a handful of Les Mills instructors.
That mix usually created a lot of amazing fun……..me trying to do drunken jam. Plyo lunges on concrete in bare feet and nearly hitting my head on the verandah during rear jump knees. All that fun has been a long distance memory though, after having a baby, going to the Netherlands with my dutch husband, a combination of the cold and falling down the stairs causing me so many back problems that I’ve lost fitness, put on weight and ended up in a miserable state of total unfitness.
And for those of you who remember sofie, I’ve been trying to drag her back onto the forum to post, but she’s not teaching LM anymore either following her car accident, and getting fit again is for her, also a struggle.
But last night, I had an inkling of a taste of what it all used to be for me. I’ve been losing complete passion for the programs, finding it so hard to remember what I loved. Last night I hosted a BBQ for a dear friend of mine’s 30th. Natty’s (who is also on this forum……..infrequently) husband didn’t have a location for his birthday, so we offered our backyard to celebrate. Jukebox, lots of alcohol and lots of non-fitness people….except for Alexander, Natty, Sofie and myself.
Now, sofie has never been a combat person, but Natty, Alexander and I went crazy when The Pretender came onto the juke box. For me it was like a drug……..I felt that buzz. People were watching, people were thinking we were nuts, and I through myself fully in moves that I knew I would regret the next day.
But I didn’t CARE!
and I had so much fun. The people at the party thought we were pretty crazy, and omg my body thought I was pretty crazy and I was heaving like a racehorse by the end of the track……..but omg, the buzz!