Monday, May 24, 2010
Mamma love mambo
That's the song that was going round in my head when I attempted my first hula hoop class on the weekend. I'll be honest ... I wasn't great. And what's worse is that I had an image in my head of me just nailing this odd sport down to a tee and Bunny Hoopla asking me to join her and the hoopettes on tour.
Sadly this was not the case. The gorgeous teacher was giving me encouraging nods while I swung my hips for dear life.
'Almost there, I can see you've nearly got it!'
I felt like the unco kid, the one they put in the back row at dance recitals.
I did take pride in the fact that there was someone worse than me there though. This one girl was sincerely terrible and I got stuck behind her. I don't know how but she managed it, but she was actually catapulting the hoop from her waist. I copped a hoop to the face more than once on Saturday.
I don't know if I'll go back...think I need to invest in my own hoop and practice in my backyard so I don't get stuck in the back row again.