Saturday, September 11, 2010
Meanwhile, Back At The Pool
This shocks even me.
I have decided that water aerobics at Judson is my dream workout. I think maybe that in the equation: "Me + H2O + Working Out + Judson = Optimum Situation for Me Working Out" the Judson part may be key.
Let me say at the outset that I have only respect and admiration for every single living soul at Judson Retirement Communities. In spite of what you may have heard about the fey coolness of the hangers on at the Viper Room in L.A. (Oh, dear. Is it still fey-ly cool? Is it even there? Maura? What's cool in L.A. these days?) these folks are cooler by half. They are smart, they are educated, they have life experience, they are fun. And many, many of them look way better in a bathing suit than me. But they're not duffuses about it. Their priorities are straight. They grew up already.
First, I know for a fact that these ladies and gentlemen are not obsessed with competitiveness in the looking-way-better-than-me department. I can put on my mail-order suit, make sure the bottom is pulled down, the top is pulled up and the straps aren't too tangled around -- and walk out of the dressing room with No Fear. Nobody cares. In fact, I do believe, nobody even looks. It seems as if people are happy to see just me. And I am so happy to see them.
Part Deux: I am terrible at doing the routines but nobody minds. Nobody much notices unless only my feet are sticking up above the surface.
Part The Next: I am getting better. I am improving. I even stay late to practice not going feet up off the invisible water bicycle. Me? If I say "who'd a thunk it" again would that be twice too many? Yes. I agree.
Part The Last: Water is my natural habitat. In the water I am weightless-er. I am agiler. I am stronger-er. I am a happy seal in a mail-order suit, cavorting with the other seals in the Happy Cove.
This my progress report: I am learning to love working out.
Who'd a thunk it?