In spite of the craziness of Daylight Saving Time, I woke up stoked, pumped, ready for action, and on a mission. I was told by my trainer that the early morning pool cardio class gets filled up quickly, so I knew I had to be there early. I saw the husband and kids off to work and then I did my five-minute beauty routine, which consists of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and combing my hair briefly with my fingers. I grabbed my gym bag, that I’d prepared the night before, and headed down the road to the wellness center.
The parking lot was a madhouse of feisty little old ladies and high stepping gentlemen beating feet to the front doors. I politely let them through and then power walked to the front desk. Victory was mine! There was still space in the class!
I hit the locker room and found the most secluded place I could, a shower stall, to don my bathing suit. There’s still something about showing my goods in the locker room that brings back horrid memories of middle school gym class.
Suit on, I made my way to the luxuriously warm therapy pool with the rest of my classmates. ( I liken the therapy pool to a Jacuzzi about the size of my house.) It’s soon obvious that I’m the youngest in the class. I introduce myself to the lady beside of me. Her name is Kim and she assures me that the class isn’t too hard. She’s also nice enough to warn me to watch out for a few of the older gentlemen in the class, because, according to her, they’re mostly there to watch the bouncing breasts as we all jog. I pull up the top of my bathing suit even further, as our instructor pumps up the music, ready to start the class.
For a girl who’s sometimes stumped by figuring out left and right, I didn’t do too badly–in the beginning, but then, the tempo of the music increased, and the little old ladies were sort of kicking my butt! I went forward when I should have gone back, left when I should have moved right, and I always seemed to be a beat behind the lovely white-haired lady in front of me. The good news is, I kept moving, and smiling. The pool water felt great and it was wonderful to be among people all trying to keep their bodies healthy. I soon realized that comparing myself to others was a fruitless venture. I’m probably always going to be a little clumsy and may possibly never turn left completely on beat, but that doesn’t mean I can’t one day be as physically fit as that cute white-haired lady that was kicking up waves front of me!
What’s something that you’d like to become better at?