If you're not Cumbrian, let me give you a little background.
It's described as a "fun dance workout which uses big chart hits and easy to follow dance moves designed to give a fun but intense cardiovascular and full body sculpting workout".
I can't say I'm body-sculpted (there's still time) but I can vouch for the fun and intense part.
All shapes, all sizes, all abilities, whether you're co-ordinated or not, it really doesn't matter. As long as you're whooping and smiling and moving.
I once thanked Moky's founder, Shameem, for creating something that was so important and wonderful in my life. She told me that having fun and making people feel amazing was always the intention.
It's not just a dance workout class though.
It's an opportunity to let yourself go, to whoop, to rave, to party on, to dance like nobody's watching.
To dance like a cheerleader complete with pompoms.
To thrust your boobs-belly-bum provocatively in the name of dance. Or maybe just hootlessness.
To hustle like you're a member of Pans People (young Moky-goers will need to look that up. Here you go. Welcome.)
Even when how you think you look, and how you actually look, don't add up.
Whatever age you are. Even if you're more 'cheerio than 'cheerleader'.
Sometimes our Thursday class will see up to thirty, sweating-like-a-pig feeling-like-a-fox, beautiful women, showing up and being seen at class, even when they're not sure of the routine, or the song, or the steps, or their left and right, or their forward and back, or whether they are whooping too loud or not whooping loud enough.
Or whether that chest pop was too.... chest-poppy.
Or whether their whoop isn't at the right pitch, or length, or tone, or maybe it's more of a 'yeah' than a whoop.
Or maybe they whooped when no-one else did. I've done that and man, that's all the Awkward Feels.
But we're showing up, in all our sweaty, messy, imperfectly jiggly magnificent forms. That's courage, my friends.
Honestly, sometimes when I'm in the back row, I look at these women and love and glitter just shoot out of my eyeballs at how magnificent they are and by association, I am, JUST FOR SHOWING UP.
To get to class, we had to get on our sports bras and spandex pants (you know who you are) and walk into that room and sometimes smile at people who we don't know very well.
We had to show up even if we're not sure we've got life or Moky all figured out. To sometimes stand in the room trying to look like we're okay when we're wondering if we really fit in, or have something interesting to say, or will belong with the bigger group.
Sometimes we just left a screaming child, or troubles at home, or a terrible day at work, or a health problem, or a sore back, or deep grieving, to come to class.
Sometimes, it took all our willpower to take the time for ourselves, to dance, to laugh, to move our bodies, to sometimes wish our pelvic floor muscles were a little stronger. To show up anyway.
Seeing my Moky buddies from the back row really ticks my 'common humanity' boxes, for all these reasons. That, and they're my tribe.
Sometimes, I think other thoughts, at the other end of the am-I-doing-this-right spectrum.
Of how I might be doing the steps too well, because I was always blessed with being able to pick up dance routines quickly.
Of how I worry sometimes about what other people think of me, and that maybe instead of whooping like a banshee and channelling Beyonce like a diva, I should perhaps tone it down a bit, in case I'm too much or too loud.
As my Mum would say when I was six and getting changed behind a towel at the beach: "no-one's looking at you!".
[The six year old me is certain that they were.]
These days I can catch my thinking early and make sure I'm saying something kind and encouraging to myself. Like - you go girl! Or - you have full permission to enjoy yourself! Or - it really doesn't matter if you went left there. Or - Dance to the beat of your own drum, lovely.
It's ok to do Moky (and life) YOUR WAY.
Given my historical tendency to prioritise getting things right over having fun, Moky's taught me to lighten up, stop taking myself so seriously, be playful, AND not to tone myself down, as long as I'm having fun and not hitting anyone in the face with my enthusiastic pom-pomming.
No surprise that this dovetails so beautifully with the Daring Way and Brene Brown's work around living wholeheartedly.
When we can let go of being cool and always in control and give ourselves permission to act goofy, life gets more fun.
When we let go of perfectionism, we get to go easier and kinder on ourselves, which feels WAY better.
When we let go of caring about what others think, we get permission to be real, to be ourselves.
I once had a conversation with one of my Moky buddies who confided that she just wasn't able to find her voice, not just in singing or whooping out loud at Moky, but also in life. We had a giggle as she practised 'stealth-whooping' in songs where we knew lots of people would whoop so that she wouldn't feel so self-conscious. She later reported she had found her voice in a kick boxing class requiring some serious badassery in attitude and power, and after that things got a whole lot easier.
So if you're ever new to class, you're probably not the only one to ever feel out of your comfort zone or to be thinking those things you've been thinking.
And if you're showing up at one of our Moky classes - you belong with us. You're in excellent company, you foxy thing.
I would love, love, love to know what your fitness class stories are in the comments below.
I run workshops around topics like these - please see the Daring Way pages for details!
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