You’re so lucky…three posts from me this week so far! Clearly I have too much free time.
One of the things 80/20 calls for is cross-training, and frankly every runner should do cross-training. THIS runner very VERY rarely does cross-training, so, as I mentioned before, I joined a gym last week. I visited it for the first time on Monday and today, Friday, I went to my first class. I could choose between spin and Zumba. Because I have a trail half-marathon tomorrow, I chose Zumba as it would be easier on my legs.
This was only my second ever Zumba class. This was my first one, waaay back in 2012. I gathered in the room with lots of older ladies and a couple of chicks and then the teacher came in. Latin American, all flying black hair, flashing eyes and a smokin’ body. I know it’s a cliché but it’s totally the truth. Instant girl-crush. The music came on, the class started and I just loved it.
I was kind of embarrassed about how much I was loving Zumba. I have NO groove so I was this awkward, middle-aged, middle-class, white stay-at-home mum trying desperately to shake her stuff. It was like Baby when Johnny tries to teach her to dance . (Go on, click on it, watch it. Is any movie scene better than that one?) Basically, I was out of sync on all the moves, my hips did lie and I deeply regretted my lack of bosom to wiggle at the appropriate moment. But I was grinning and loving it. It wasn’t too intense – the cardio side of it barely had me out of breath. Perfect, fun, low-intensity cross-training. I started throwing myself into it, not worrying how awkward I looked in the giant wall of mirrors opposite me!
And then suddenly I’m on the floor, clutching my ankle in agony and breathing through the pain!
What kind of badass trail runner twists her ankle in a ZUMBA CLASS??
This one apparently. It was immediately obvious that I won’t be joining my lovely girls sloshing through 13.1 miles of mud in Saratoga’s redwoods tomorrow. That would be very foolish. So I’m sat on the sofa with the cat; icing, resting, elevating and planning to compress.
It’s my own fault, I have done no ankle strengthening for a long time and I realise now that I need to do this consistently. Because if I can’t even do a Zumba class, that’s just pathetic. Two posts about what exercises to do for stronger ankles HERE and HERE.
So good luck to all my runner girls tomorrow (and Erin doing her first 50k on Sunday). Watch your ankles. I’ll be watching Dirty Dancing.