So you know it’s bad when you find yourself in at the deep end, surrounded by ladies of a certain age doing deep-water aqua fit aerobics.
These last few weeks have been very difficult. I have attempted to withdraw from the Brighton marathon but, so far, have received no reply except an email to say I could defer entry to next year and get £15 off the 2011 entrance fee, as long as I email them before a certain date in April. I am still waiting for a reply to the deferral email. At the same time I have received an email inviting me to join the YMCA’s 20th 10k and fun run. Last year I entered, trained and then couldn’t take part because what I thought would be a small operation turned into something requiring 5 stitches. This year I would like to enter but I’m not sure my foot will be up for it.
There is also the race for life that I would love to do, the Newham Classic 10k when I can run with Olympians in the new Olympic park and that’s not to mention the Great North Run that I didn’t run and the Milton Keynes half that I wanted to enter and didn’t because I was training for Brighton.
I’m trying to reach a point of equanimity. A plane of existence where all of these disappointments do not touch me but the problem is I usually reach that point by running.
So, now I am training in the gym. I lift weights and row, I exercise on the elliptical and wave machines and any combination of non-impact trainer so that I don’t lose fitness and don't make my foot worse.
And I join a class full of women of a certain age doing deep-water aqua aerobics.
Ah me. It had better be worth it.
2 comments:
You know, Kim, some of us less fortunate than the fully-footed and hipped and quick of limb have been doing aqua aerobics since we were younger than you, and really it's not so bad unless you are at my home pool the JCC in Pittsburgh and have to listen to the chatter of 5 very old Jewish women about their grandchildren.
You are so right Jane to reprimand me for my shitty attitude. It was very hard work and I am knackered tonight. And, frankly, I have to admit to being a lady of a certain age myself!
And of course I am lucky to be able to even get to the class that most working women can't get to because they are commuting.
So, hanging head and suitably wrist slapped!
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