It’s Saturday night, the feeling’s right, to… hula hoop?
So I recently inherited a hula hoop from my next door neighbour who moved out. It’s one of those ones that comes apart so it’s totally portable. I can take it to the beach! I can take it to the park! I can take it to school and hula my way to a flat stomach in no time!
My mind clearly doesn’t know my limitations; neither hula, nor hoop, are common words in my vocabulary. Neither is fitness or workout. Or flat stomach.
After watching a couple of instructional videos on YouTube (where the super fit girls make it look effortless) I decided to try and have a mini workout – a twenty minute mess about to try and nail the beginner move of the rotate.
I understand the steps. Watch any How to hula hoop video on YouTube and you will hear them shrieked at you in a nasal Californian accent;
Wind it up… Push… Rock back and forward… Use your feet… Rock… That’s it… You got it girl… YEAH!
NO. Just no. Twenty minuutes of pathetic thrusting later and I have mastered the shimmy the hoop down the body to the floor move. And what exactly am I supposed to do with my arms? They just kind of hang around looking awkward.
I was originally videoing myself so I could have both a timer and I could make sure that my posture was OK. But after a while I realised that this could be real quality footage just perfect for the blog. Or I am just such a show off that I even take pleasure in showing off what I can’t do.