When I got home from work last night, the delivery slip for my Zumba pack was in the letter box. I headed out first thing this morning to collect it from the post office. As I was ripping in to the package over a cup of tea, it became abundantly clear that I would have some pretty stiff competition....for the toning sticks. My almost 3 year old was very happily trotting around the lounge room shaking the 'raccas'. Perhaps she will be my work out buddy.
So, this morning is about reading through the book, planning out my work out timetable, and making sure there are no landmines hiding on the lounge room floor for me to twist my ankle on (dinosaurs, farm yard friends, matchbox cars, tea set forks...you get my drift).
So workout 1 will be on this afternoon, I am excited to get started, but nervous to. Nervous because I have never been the most remarkably coordinated person, nervous because it is just something new, nervous because I have started things before and not followed through, and nervous because this old house on stumps....well, we want it to stay on its stumps.
So, and I will check back with a report of the damage .