I am usually not so much of a gym, sports or physical training person. Even the last muscle of my body, lying somewhere in my tiny toe, cringes and then springs out, rolling her eyes at me in absolute disdain, when I tell myself – ‘Gym day today’. I can hear the resistance, so loud and clear. I always have to drag myself to a fitness center, thanks to the ‘non-cooperation movement’ of those tiny toes. And more often than not, they win the battle and keep me stalled in the comfort of my house.
I also don’t see myself as an ardent party person – I mean, of course, we live in times of twerks and swags, and raving apparently is the next best thing after eating and sleeping. So you see, a dash of it is fun for sure, and may be a dash is just enough as well 😉
You’d think why I introduce you to the preferences I carry in my life. Last month, S sent me a link asking if I’d like to register for a party happening in Stockholm. I think he will vouch for the fact that for the first time I accepted the proposal without even bothering to ask for any details. The way it was titled, bringing the two worlds together, somehow sounded just right to the ears – ‘Workout Parties.’ Intriguing, right?
The idea was simple – what if you could have everything that you look forward to in a party – companions, food, drinks, sweets, – shaking a leg on your favourite music – and all this at no risk of adding calories, in fact shaping up some of those not-so-kind areas that your mirror doesn’t get along with? Doesn’t it sound like a happiness bonanza?! Yes, and that’s exactly how it turned out to be.
A nightclub environment in a huge arena and the DJ plays popular electronic music to ensure your moves never miss a beat, zestful trainers lead and cheer the crowd to ease into what I thought was a great cardio, and you – as a participant – are brimming with energy because you’ve been generously fed with protein drinks and shakes, also protein-rich candies and ice-creams, if you preferred! (of course without the sugar ;-))And for those whose taste receptor cells are tuned to be satiated only by a certain tipsy taste, there was alcohol-free champagne, and it was damn good.
It was interesting to see there were more women than men, and for the first time in a party, it was not about their lipstick, not the high heels, not even that irresistible LBD – it was the sweat and stamina, and those comfortable sneakers, sprucing up their look and adding to the glistening countenance. For both of us, it was exciting and empowering to work out on the music beats with 500 other people, who appeared to be so diligent towards this common goal, trying to keep up to every count of the trainer (hush hush..we in fact allowed ourselves to stealthily skip a few exercises ;-)).
Here’s a pic showing off the power from the party! 🙂
The experience inspires me to think that on our scale, doing small ‘Workout get-togethers’ or ‘Zumba parties’ with friends or family on weekends would probably be a great way to keep each other motivated for fitness! What do you say?