Although Glounthaune, my hometown (village) near Cork city hosts one of the shortest St. Patrick’s Day parades, what it may lack in length, it makes up for in style. Take hats – in the not too distant past, most of us would brave the chilly March 17th in sensible woolly hats and scarves, with a clump of shamrock safety-pinned to our coats. However, sartorial tastes have changed, especially if the kids get involved! Continue reading
Spring is here, the days are getting longer, putting a pep in our step. All good but what to do if you’re still struggling with excess Christmas weight? Exercise is the obvious answer. With a plethora of fitness classes, ‘Operation Transformation’ or the outdoor gym equipment by Glounthaune Playground, there’s surely no excuse? A friend asks me to join her in trying out a gym.
I must admit I feel self-conscious in my mismatched tracksuit alongside the toned, lycra-clad clientele. The bike and rowing machines are fine. I then try the treadmill, apprehensively stepping on to read the instructions. ‘Attach safety clips to clothing.’ Done. There’s a cautionary note: “To avoid injury, stand on side rails before starting treadmill.” OK, safety first.
I examine the programs printed on the display panel: Manual, Muscle Toner, Fat Burner – oh, I like the sound of that. Let’s kill those carbs! I enthusiastically turn on the machine. The conveyer belt moves and I wobble with it, hanging onto the handrails for dear life. I’m half walking/running, desperately trying to keep up. My stomach lurches like I’m on an erratic roller coaster. I just can’t get the rhythm and nearly break my neck trying to stagger off.
So much for high-tech machines! It’s easier to walk the roads – maybe even pick up a bit of litter. At least I won’t fall flat on my face. A few small steps is a giant leap for this frazzled mammy, trying to turn a new leaf!
©Maeve O’Keeffe 2017 www.facebook.com/frazzledmammycork