Burn Baby Burn (... Disco Inferno)
June 13, 2014
My struggle to find a form of exercise that I enjoy sticking with has been pretty well documented. Part of the reason for my mid-life expansion is that the figure-skating and tennis that played a big part in my childhood and teens didn’t make it into my adult life.
I know that the “move more” aspect is key to not only getting the excess pounds off at a quicker rate, but also for maintaining the slender me when I get to goal.
As such I have continued my quest to find something that I like… and a couple of weeks ago I found it. I’m never going to reach Olympic-levels of fitness and stamina but my 30-40 minutes every weekday do seem to be helping in terms of the number on the scale decreasing.
So much so that a friend of my commented last week that she could really tell that my shape was changing. I confessed that I had been exercising...
...and she admitted that she had the same struggle in finding something she liked. I decided to share my secret and arranged for her to come round the next evening (when Lovely Husband was out) and told her to wear comfy exercise clothes. She looked less than enthusiastic but I promised her that if she hated it after ten minutes then she didn’t have to do any more. She was willing to give me ten minutes of her time and agreed to show up.
She arrived on time, admittedly not looking too happy as I let her in, and reminded me of the ‘ten minute deal’. I told her the agreement stood and if she really wasn’t enjoying I wouldn’t give her a hard time for stopping.
By this time she had spotted the rebounder in the living room (next to my step machine) and rolled her eyes... “Trampolining... Really?” was her comment. I told her yes it was trampolining, but fun trampolining…
We then did a ten minute warm up from one of my exercise DVDs before I switched the TV over to the “magic channel” (LH has worked technological wizardry and it now plays my Ipod through the cinema surround sound). I set the playlist to “Disco On A Dongle” and told my friend to remember her school discos of the seventies. (She is a little older than me so 1976 to 1979 were her “disco days”).
She got on the rebounder and I used the stepper (it’s a bit harder to get your balance on if you’re unfamiliar with it) and told my friend to, in the words of Chic, “Dance, Dance, Dance”.
The playlist started with the gentle “plod” of a couple of “Saturday Night Fever” classics (Stayin’ Alive and Night Fever). By the end of the second track my friend was really getting into the whole idea. The pace picked up with “Can You Feel It?” (seemed like a good question as my friend was, by now, incorporating hand movements) then “Disco Inferno” (.. burn baby burn.. seemed very apt in terms of calories…) and then fun continued with, what I considered to be, a selection of great disco tunes - including “Giving Up Giving In” ; “Born To Be Alive”; “Spacer”; “Thunder in My Heart”.
I did have to give a warning when “Knock On Wood” came on (when I made the playlist I had remembered it having a much slower beat), but my friend was now well and truly feeling the benefit of the exercise endorphins and was ready for Amii Stewart at full pelt. When it came to “I Was Made For Dancin’” it was obvious that we weren’t “Pans People”, but we were having fun.
At this point we had given up all attempts at singing along as just breathing was getting tricky, but we were banishing the bulge with beaming faces.
And then it was time for the cool down with “Hot Stuff” (we by this time we very obviously were) followed “We are Family” and before she knew it, my friend had spent forty minutes in “move more” mode.
I took my responsibilities very seriously and insisted that we did a cool down (again courtesy of a DVD) and told her that she may have to sign a disclaimer relinquishing me of any responsibility for physical injury (or general aches and pains) that she might subsequently experience.
This was when she said “Disclaimer?!... I want to do it all over again….!”. So much so that she’s coming round again in a couple of days and has already sent me a text telling me that “there were some good songs in the 80s as well……”). I couldn’t agree more! I may have to upgrade to “Disco-on-a-Dongle : The Decades”…
So if you do find yourself with the radio on and a great track playing, treat yourself to a little bit of a boogie… it definitely ticks the “move more” requirement and is a heck of a lot of fun!
With a hug
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