The days of summer have scattered like a broken strand of beads. With only a few days to go, there are some things on my to do list that I'd like to accomplish. This morning I went to the health club. I've been a member with a fluctuating level of commitment for about three years. As I would sweat my way through group fitness classes I would take note of the fact that I was always one of the biggest people in the group. When I used the treadmill in the large room, again I would take note that I was one of the biggest people in the room. I always asked myself "Where are the rest of the lumpy people?" This morning I got my answer.
For weeks I had intended to go to a class called hydro-fit. This morning the stars aligned and I went. As I entered the pool I saw that it was filled with fellow chubbies. The mystery was solved. Women of traditional size kept to themselves in the hydro-fit class! Sure, the person closest in age to me was fifteen years my senior, but that didn't bother me. It actually ended up being a pleasant workout - 45 minutes of hopping around in the water swinging my arms and legs around.
I had assumed, rightly as it turned out, that there would be an endless queue for the shower, so my ill-conceived plan was to don my sweatsuit over my skirted bathing suit and head home for a shower in the comfort of my own home. Take heed, this is a lousy idea! The wet skirt of my suit instantly gave the outfit the visual effect of incontinence. I scooted straight to the car, my head lowered in shame. Fitness is so over-rated.