After reading that title if you're of a similar generation to me, you'll have a song running through your head right now. With the change in the weather, much of my activity has migrated upstairs into my attic room. It is probably my favourite room in my house - it's a great space for inspiration and tranquillity. And Pilates practice - the view is spectacularly calming. I have had daydreams about how I could get a harp up there...
My pilates and meditation space - a work in progress but I will get there! I don't think I'll ever be able to have a swimming pool up here though...
I enjoy challenging myself these days, and since last year I have wanted to incorporate swimming or some form of cardio workout into my fitness regime. There was one condition - it had to be fun. A fortnight ago I bit the bullet, booked an Aquafit class and went to my local pool one evening. I sat in my car fretting for 20 minutes after I'd been shown their facilities and I plucked up the courage to dive in. As I sat poolside before the class began, shivering with anxiety, I found myself comparing the feelings I was experiencing with how I felt before significant musical performances. Once I got in, the water was fine! I've always loved the feeling of being in water, that feeling of being held. It was important to push myself and I used this experience to egg myself on before my first day at the factory last week. As someone who has never really exercised or understood the benefits of it, if I could get myself into a swimming costume and do a fitness class, surely I could survive a shift? There's something about flailing around helplessly in water with a group of people, and going back for more and realising I'm getting better and stronger with each class.
