by Deb Baker/Hannah Reed
Yesterday was day one of my new summer exercise class. I've never done aerobics before, but feel
I'm pretty fit from yoga, walking, golf. Besides, this is a class for senior citizens. You have to be at least fifty-five to sign up. AND it's held in the morning. So, at sixty, I made two assumptions.
One - I would probably be at the young end of the scale.
Two - it should be REALLY easy.
I arrived in my workout clothes - old sweats, t-shirt, the right shoes, a water bottle. And yup, I was right about being the baby of the bunch. Most were at least ten years older. This was going to be a piece of cake! A walk in the woods!
The instructor put on some funky music and we began walking in a circle. I snorted. Like I needed to walk in a circle in a gym.
A few times around and we picked up the pace - arms swinging, a little two-stepping, arm circles, a step and a hop.
After 5 minutes (I faced a clock), I thought I was going to keel over. How the heck was I going to last 55 more minutes. Eventually, right before I collapsed and someone had to call for an ambulance, we slowed down to do a little weight lifting. Easy peasy since I picked out two-pound weights (I'm no dummy). Did a little footwork with them, which kept my heart rate around the 400 beats per minute level.
Next, the instructor put down her weights and said, "Time for cardio!"
I thought we'd been doing cardio!!! What????
Anyway, I survived. And I'm determined now. I'm going to catch up to those amazing women if it kills me (which it probably will).
Have a great day and take care of your body.