Well, somehow, a couple of weeks ago, I found myself in the local community centre, surrounded by almost 100 other likeminded crazy women (and a solitary man, counteracting the oestrogen in the room!) leaping around for no less than 3 solid hours of Zumba, all in the name of charity. Three hours is a long time. Three hours is almost two films. It's more than the Corrie Omnibus, it's more than a Saturday morning shopping trip! Three hours of anything is a long time, but three hours of crazy jumping around? Well, that's something else altogether. We're blessed in Ruth to have an amazing, awesome & energetic instructor, I don't think I would have been able to keep going with just anyone in charge. But somehow I did. The people, the cause & the music kept me leaping (with a bit less co-ordination than some!) for a full three hours. Seriously, I've just got to keep saying that! Three hours!
|Part 1 was last year, if you were wondering|
|My crazy pink hair, and the amazing Ruth|
|Shake that booty|
As for the next challenge, I don't know. It won't be running, I can promise you that, but I'm low on inspiration. Any ideas?