I come before you, befrocked in lycra, to ask for your forgiveness. Yesterday, I mocked water aerobics. As though it was something that only the elderly would endure.
I am reminded of the time just after Emme was born, when I joined a group of my neighbors and attended water aerobics at our community pool. They welcomed me with open arms. I do love those ladies. And for the longest time, I was the youngest attendee. But gradually a few younger neighbors joined in. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
I had completely forgotten this, and I blame it on breastfeeding 3 children. With each successive birth, I lost more and more brain cells.
Eventually, the weather turned chilly and I stopped attending. And after adding 2 more children to my brood, there just wasn’t time to go back.
Now I belong to an amazing health club, with EXCELLENT child care, a heated pool, and access to water aerobics classes.
I was dinged again when a girlfriend of mine who goes to the same gym e-mailed me and challenged me to join her for an ongoing water aerobics class. She didn’t actually double dog dare me, but I could hear it in her tone. The gauntlet has been thrown down into the pool.
I’m certain that this type of workout is what my new Ortho doctor will recommend. So I’m digging through my drawer of lycra and spandex, and will dust off the stretchiest sausage casing I can find.
I’m thinking that if I really work at it, I just may finally get my shot at the Summer Olympics by joining the synchronized swimming team.
I’ll keep y’all posted. LAST ONE IN IS A ROTTEN EGG!