Strictly Gone Dancing

I had a bit of a new experience this week ... ballroom dancing! Yes, really? Hubby and I were *invited / persuaded / blackmailed / conned in to going to a class with our friends who are getting married and want to learn for their first dance as man and wife. Being as we are best man and bridesmaid on their big day it would seem accompanying them comes under the umbrella of wedding party duties (and seeing as they did such a fabulous job as best man and bridesmaid at our wedding how could we refuse). Secretly, I was quite looking forward to it anyway! The boy's however took a little bit more convincing.

First we had a go at a jive. Hubby and I discovered we were not natural jivers. In fact he spent most of the jive huffing, puffing and cursing under his breath. Then afterwards we tried our hand (or feet?) at the waltz. We were much better at that. So much so that I found the boys were comparing footwork on the carpark afterwards ... and later in the pub ... then later still in the pub carpark. Did they secretly enjoy themselves? I think they just may have done you know. In fact they have agreed in principal to go again next week (but it's hubbys first day of a new job so we'll have to see what time he's home etc.)

From a diet point of view the jive definitely got the old heart rate going so it's probably pretty good exercise (until you get to the pub at least). I think it might help with the old slimming adventure and it's super fun!

Gem x
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