Friends and Fitness

Friends and Fitness

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These past two weeks have been crazy with even crazier busier weekends. Just as I was thinking I’d sleep in over the weekend I got a call from one of my gym buddies. She has recently got herself a Zumba license. Now where does a newly minted instructor look for students to practice on? Of course right at her exercise buddies. That was how I found myself all excited and awake at the ungodly hour of 6 am on a weekend morning.

What??? 6 am IS ungodly for a weekend.

A little later, there I was with a bunch of friends and the brand new instructor. She was quite a pro and no I’m not saying that because she’s a friend. The best part – her mom came along to cheer her and shook a leg with the rest of us. And, just as moms are wont to do, she brought along a breakfast treat for all of us – tea, cookies and the freshest, softest, most delicious chutney sandwiches ever. 

Now this is a session I like!

Friends and fitness do make for great companions. Not for nothing are group fitness sessions so much fun. There are days when my freelancing work piles up or when the housework can no longer be ignored or I have a meeting at the kids’ school or simply when the laziness monster comes visiting – those are the times when exercise seems like a chore but the lure of a few good laughs with friends pulls me to the gym.

If you find exercising a bore too, look out for a group or enlist a buddy. They are seriously useful when you need that well-aimed kick in your backside to get going.

Linking to Mel’s # Microblog Mondays.

Also, linking to ABC Wednesday where I’m squeezing in the F for ‘Friends and Fitness’ even as G breathes down my neck.

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18 Replies to “Friends and Fitness”

  1. Hmmm…. Those happy faces say it all! 🙂

    I have given up on Gym. It is so boring. Would you believe the first thing I searched for online today was for yoga classes in my locality. I need to learn a few breathing and relaxation techniques. I am at that stage in life now as you must have understood from my latest post. 🙂

  2. After reading your post, Tulika, I am now all the more eager to join a Yoga class, which I have been thinking about joining. Lets hope I make some new buddies there, who could cheer me up when the time comes, or, as you say,'when the laziness monster comes visiting'! 🙂

  3. Everything is better with friends, isn't it? But, nope. You won't get me to Zumba any time soon 😉 I suck at dancing. So bad! I am not kidding. Your day sounds like it was off to a great start. So happy for you 🙂

  4. I haven't been to a gym in years, but it would be more fun with a buddy. I do try to exercise at home, but am not that consistent. The buddy would be helpful there too.

    1. Naba that was so me till I did join. I totally love you for your candor. I used to obsess about it – this 'what to wear' question – more since mine is a unisex gym. Well here's your answer if you ever do decide to go – a simple tee and tights/tracks and sneakers. As for 'what to do' – latch onto a trainer, tell him you've no clue what to do and he/she will take it from there. As for the laughing bit – it's the hardest part and that's where a buddy is irreplaceable. You might end up laughing at each other and that's just so much fun. If you cannot find a buddy well… you can always say 'to hell with everyone' and go about your business of losing weight.

    1. Aha.. that's great. My husband and I have such different gym routines we can never go together. What with having the kids to look to we always have to split timings too.

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