Thursday, 14 June 2012

Not trying to hear


With the possibility of a gorgeous but bias-cut, no-room-for-flaws bridesmaid dress from Ghost being worn at a wedding in September, I decided to get back into some sort of gym routine this week starting yesterday.

I thought I'd break myself in gently with a class called Will Power & Grace. 

Instead, I've just broken myself.

I almost flick-flacked down the stairs of the bus this morning as bending my legs is almost an impossibility. Instead I grasped the handrails and slid down them with my feet out so I didn't have to walk at all – much to the amusement of the other passengers.

And walking, don't even get me started on my attempts at that. I look like a newborn foal, in heels. This morning, I had to jog for the bus and anyone who could lipread would have seen me going 'Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.'

However, the class was excellent – kind of a stretchy, muscle-building yoga/Pilates fusion from what I could gather.

I've always avoided these kind of classes in the past as I cannot hear the instructor, and lip reading from the downward dog pose is not a possibility.

However, yesterday I decided that if I really wanted to succeed and look good at this September wedding then the answer would be not to try and hear and just go with the class using visual clues.

And guess what? It worked. I blocked out the faint, and unintelligible, sound of the instructor's voice and just focused on what I could see. OK, so I might not have been breathing correctly all the time, and in one insane pose, my arms were in the wrong place but the instructor came and corrected me on it – causing me to promptly fall over – and that very brief, but one-to-one instruction boosted my confidence enormously.

Going into things not trying to hear is a new thing for me. In the past, I've always strived and struggled to get as much as I can from situations aurally. But sometimes it's easier just to close down that sense and let the others take over.

When I didn't try to hear yesterday, I got more out of the class than I ever have done – it was amazing how much more I took in visually.

I can't wait for the next class.

Actually scrap that...

I can't wait until I can move enough to be able to do the next class!

2 comments:

alegna said...

i,m glad i have been led tour blog by my sister

Anonymous said...

I was worried too when I attended a zumba class a month ago that I wouldn't be able to lip-read the instructor after hearing that it was a fast-paced dance. The results? I had so much fun! Ok I was maybe one or two steps behind but that must made me laughed so much which made it an enjoyable experience - I'd give it another go!

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