Feel the Burn

Here’s a little confession for you – I’m horrendously unfit. So unfit in fact that even just a short sprint to catch the bus leaves me feeling wheezy, puffy and I spend the rest of the bus journey with my elbows in the air to resist the pesky sweat patches that are desperately trying to break through. After numerous repeats of this episode, combined with the whole ‘beauty from within’, your skin will thank you etc etc thing (and a new found love for Nike town), I’ve decided to step up my non-existent exercise routine. Feel. The. Burn. Having not partaken in any type of physical activity since P.T lessons at school it’s quite the task, so I’m starting off small. The discovery that a journey round the block equates exactly to one km was a good one, so I’m treating it as a lap and attempting to jog round every other morning (the earlier the better, not as many people about to gasp and groan in the faces of) until I feel up to increasing the mileage. After a week or two of this routine I still have to hold something when I reach the finishing line, but I’m working on it and slowly but surely I’m coming for two km.

For mornings where the thought of pounding the pavements if only for a short while makes me whimper a little I’ve been cracking out Blogilates YouTube videos. Short and sweet pilates based workouts that you can perform in your front room (in PJs – win!), note: be prepared to be immobile the next day. The 5 Ways to Build your Core one is a favourite, but it does mean that any form of chuckling becomes a very painful task for about a week after. Don’t make me laugh…