My word, are my legs sore and stiff.
Waldette is doing twice a week Preggie Bellie at the Gym.
My perception is that they sit on one of those exercise balls and do breathing exerciser.
Not a clue what to expect I excepted an invitation from the instructor to all the hubbies to join for a session and for that we will receive a bottle of wine. (say no more)
So, Saterdag 9h00 daag ek op. Enigste “donor” daar. Apparently I had the dates wrong.
Misses Hitler the instructor assured me its not a problem and that I can still join.
Waldette was very chuft with this and even selected a “not pink” ball for me to sit on.
Ok, so we started with sitting on the ball and do moves in patterns similar to the “Yea Makarina” moves at Danskraal. (and I cannot do that kind of thing, ek raak net deur mekaar)
Na 10min was ek so ver agter en geknoop dat Hitler se ma my jammer gekry het, en voor gestel het ek staan maar en doen die bene lig en arm swaai ding op my voete.
Massive mistake. Na die klas vind ek uit sy is n provisional kick boxer, dit gese,moet ek boxing moved doen. Jab, jab, jab, koes. Butterfly jumps. 20 van hulle. Nou wat de donner wil n pregnant vrou butterfly jumps doen. Die kind gaan mos uit skud, maaaar nee. Die hubby moet.
60min and 2 liters of water later I was allowed to stop.
Net in opsomming. Ek het respek hou hard hulle die ma’s druk om hulle arms, bene en maage oefen. Tog verander dit nie die vyt dat ek op ge-pick is en nou suffer nie.
Wel, volgende Saterdag sien ek misses Hitler again.
