My exercise schedule is wearing me out.
Not the exercise.
I readily admit that I am not the busiest person in the world. Every single person with a kid or a grandkid is busier than I am.
How in the world am I supposed to obtain a gorgeous body that my husband will desire and also find time to actually see my husband and give him a chance to desire me?
Never mind keep track of it all.
When I added Zumba to my Yoga practice, I found the perfect (for me) combination. Strength, flexibility and serenity punctuated with sexy calorie-burning abandon.
So for the last year I have gone to Yoga on Monday night, and Zumba on Thursday night and Saturday morning. Busy, but manageable. Complaints from my husband are almost manageable.
Then two weeks ago, my gym decided to cancel the Saturday morning Zumba class. Because they had a great new offering: Boot Camp.
Zumba makes me smile. I am sure that Boot Camp would make me cry.
So I have to change my schedule. My schedule that has worked for me (and almost worked for my husband) for the last year.
The only other Zumba class during non-work hours is Wednesday night. Zumba two nights in a row.
I tried it this week. It worked great, if you don’t count the humongous leg cramp I had at 10PM and then again at 2AM. But I am sure my calves will eventually adjust.
Only Wednesday night is the night I have dinner with my mother. But I can switch Mom to Monday.
Only Monday is Yoga night. But I can switch Yoga to the Saturday morning that is now free because I will not go to Boot Camp.
I attend Yoga at a regular Yoga studio and not the gym. My gym offers Yoga – they even have one of the same teachers from the Yoga studio. But Yoga at the gym is weird. My gym shares a building with the local bowling alley. Their group fitness classes are held on the second floor. Above the bowling alley. When we are Zumba-ing, we are really loud and can’t hear anything else. But Yoga is really quiet and you hear a lot of bowling going on. I end up giggling during Shavasana,
So I pay extra for the correct ambiance.
And my Yoga studio offers a multitude of classes. Four on Saturday mornings.
The only thing is – those Saturday morning classes are either beginner or advanced. My current Monday night class is Intermediate.
It took me eleven years to get out of the beginner’s class. I’m not embarrassed too much about that – Yoga is not a competition. And besides, it just shows how patient I am – which is a fine Yoga quality. But to go back to beginner’s classes after eleven years does hurt a little.
So I am now going to the advanced class. It is Hot Yoga. The studio is heated to about 95 degrees and the Vinyasa (flow) is very challenging. It was a miracle this week that I didn’t puke. But I’m considering that to be a good omen.
But it does induce a slightly non-Yoga attribute: Aggravation. There is not enough parking on Saturday mornings.
There are only two Intermediate classes – on Monday and Wednesday nights. But now I am Zumba-ing on Wednesday. And I’ve moved my mother to Monday. I could move Mom to Tuesday, and go back to Monday Yoga, but then I am not home on
Monday – Yoga
Tuesday – Mom
Wednesday – Zumba
Thursday – Zumba
My husband would not be happy.
So I will stick with Saturday morning Yoga and Monday evening Mama.
And of course I will settle into the new schedule eventually.
But not this week.
Because the gym cancelled the Wednesday night Zumba class.
They need the room for the bowling banquet.