Don’t mind me, someone posted something similar on FB recently, and it tickled my funny bone. So I’m going to try to fit this post in with the subject.
I’ve gone to three water classes since I joined Body Works. Why did I join? Because water aerobics are about the only exercise I can really do, and do for a full hour at that Because I feel better after I’ve exercised. Because water aerobics firms and tones my body to a certain extent, and I’ve even been known to lose a little weight doing this form of exercise. All these reasons, and because I enjoy it.
Monday I wasn’t able to go, I won’t be going any Mondays during the summer, so I went to the Water Therapy class on Tuesday, with a bit of trepidation. I thought it was a half hour class. I thought it would be easy, a lot of stretching, but nothing strenuous. I was wrong on both counts. We really worked our bodies, arms, legs and everything in between, and for a full hour. I thought I’ll be sore for a week when I finished.
This morning, Wednesday, I was ready for more punishment. The preceding Friday, we went to the pool early to get some exercise in before class, since we had to leave early. So I never really got the full aerobic treatment. Today we went through the wringer. I’ve never worked so hard in my life. Toward the end, I was just putting in the motions.
So, mostly I’m currently spending my days in exercise, painting, reading, and computing, with a little time for friends and games down at the club house. And I find myself sore from the exercise, and tense from the lack of it, and I ask, “What’s it all about, Alfie?” And I answer, “the Hokey Pokey, that’s what it’s all about.”
And then I look out at the trees, and the finches 7 on one feeder and 4 on the other, and listen to them chatter at one another, or a squirrel comes along, doing acrobats in the trees, trying to get food out an empty bird feeder, or a stellar jay climbs up and down the tree, and a robin hops around looking for food, and I guess I know what it’s all about.