First of all, let me apologize profusely for taking so long in posting. I wish I had a good excuse, but frankly, everything I’ve got is coming up a little short. I’m sorry.
Now to the real post, or rant, whatever:
I have been inspired by my fellow Bluestockings, Sapphire and Indigo (I thought there was a post somewhere about Indigo’s awe-inspiring swimming, but I guess not. Take it from me: she does and she’s good), and I have gotten back on the exercise wheel. More specifically, I’ve taken up Zumba and swimming! (See? I told you Indigo inspired me.)
Just for the record, I don’t look nearly that cool when I Zumba.
Have you ever been to a gym? Have you ever been to a gym and were embarrassed or nervous because you were afraid everyone was looking at you and judging how out-of-shape you really are? Then somehow you convince yourself that other people are too busy sweating to notice you.
I had just gotten around to the convincing myself no one was watching me after a very poor showing in the pool. I felt I would drown right there if I didn’t get out of the pool, and between you and me, the lifeguard isn’t all that beefy and I remain skeptical that he could save my life. So I hoisted myself out of the pool when I heard:
“Well that was quick.”
Unluckily enough for me, he’s been on duty every single time I’ve gone for a swim the past few weeks and his commentary on my aquatic prowess (or rather the lack thereof) have gotten more and more strident. I don’t know if he’s taken it upon himself to coach me on, but it isn’t exactly appreciated. I think I’m doing pretty good to be getting over to the pool facility and in a swimsuit after a long day at work without have some puny punk telling how quickly I pop in and out of the water.