No, it is not a new type of coffee drink. I am not defecting from my favourite cappuccino (never, never!), oh no, Yogalates is a cross between yoga and pilates.
I picked up this dvd in a charity shop a few weeks ago. As ever I hoped that the information would work on me via osmosis and I would never have to open the packet. Muscles would be toned, calmness would descend and I would magically become a better person.
The dvd was meant to come with giant elastic bands for doing the exercises. Alas it didn't, so I trotted off (again a couple of weeks ago) and bought a packet of bands (by Davina McCall no less) and a yoga mat. It was something of a disappointment to me, that although the dvd, mat and box of bands all sat in a colourful heap in the sitting room, nothing happened.
The other day as I eyed this colouful heap in the corner I finally decided to 'Give it a go', donned leggings and scruffy tee shirt and clicked on the tv set.
Firstly I wasn't dressed properly. The other ladies in the 'class' were all very perky and sporting neat black leggings and pretty pink vests. I was an outsider from the start, my card was marked. I just knew I'd be at the back of the class and causing mayhem in no time at all.
Things started off fine with breathing exercises (I can do that!) and moved on to a demonstration of use of the bands. now I don't know about you, but co-ordination is not my strong point and neither is knowing my right from my left. The ensuing struggle with over a yard of coloured elastic was not pretty. The band won.
Nevertheless I carried on, determined to do this, learn this, and damn well get the benefit from it. Afterall, a coloured mat must be used, waste not, want not and all that stuff.
The exercises themselves seemed deceptively easy. Ok so I didn't have straight legs at all times (remember I am a beginner and apparently allowed to go the 'easy route') but even at that, there was no sweating or swearing involved. That in itself is a strange concept for me. All types of exercise involve the "S" words as far as I'm concerned. Hmmmm everyone in the dvd looked so calm and unflustered, cool and relaxed, even with one leg wrapped round their head. There is no "going for it", no "feeling the burn", can this be doing anything at all?
Anyway I follow the class, don't get thrown out, and end the dvd doing a relaxation visualisation of lying on a beach. Oh yes, can cope with that one.
It was not until the next morning when I woke up stuck to the bed in plank position, that I realised that hey ho maybe the old bod had done some exercise after all. Every muscle from chest downwards was aching. Good lord all that gentle non sweaty stuff actually worked!
So here I am this morning, nattily dressed in the old leggings and baggy T shirt (not a fully paid up member of the class yet, haven't got a pretty pink vest) and tapping away at the keyboard before I launch myself on the unsuspecting yoga mat and make myself beautiful, even without the help of osmosis.