I have been swimming every day this week. Not really swimming as much as water aerobics. With weights.
So yeah, I am on gramma’s work-out routine.
But it’s something. And I must be doing a good job because I’m sore. Everywhere.
My eyebrows are sore. I may have sprained an ear lobe.
Why does exercise hurt? Where’s the euphoria? Why can’t I just neglect my body for years and years and then suddenly become an athlete?
Why does tasty food always have too many calories?
Why is my entire life a contradiction? A conundrum? Totally out of balance?
These are the things I ponder while I kick my legs against the water, while I hold the blue foam weights under the water with a death grip, while I bounce up and down until my heart pounds in rhythm.
Splash, splash, splash.
I need to take an Advil now. My elbows are killing me.
I did water arobics years ago and loved it! Me and my friend were the youngest ones in the class, but some of those old ladies kicked our butts! I was actually mulling around doing it again….
Girl, testify. Those senior citizens can kick some serious ass. I find that encouraging.