Since abandoning my efforts at Slimming Club; I recently decided to try out something else, to keep my chub in check. Aqua-aerobics seemed to meet my needs. Despite the rather vile concept, of leaping about in my swimsuit; I was comforted by the camouflage provided by the pool. Easier on the joints, sweating isn’t an issue and no one would know or care, if my balance was off kilter or my form resembled a drunken wilderbeast. It’s all under the water baby!
I was surprised at how effective the exercises were. The other women attending were very friendly. Some of the rather shameless things, we were asked to do with pool noodles, definitely broke any ice that may have existed anyway.
There was the occasional piece of eye candy, strolling around the pool. Freshly honed and toned from the gym, this young man sashayed passed me, on route to the steam room. Hard for me to look sexy, cute or vaguely cool, when I’m straddling a noodle and being bitch slapped in the face, with the waves created by all of us busting a move to Earth, Wind & Fire!
The men congregate in the steam room, adjacent to the pool and there is just a pane of glass, separating them and the spectacle that is us – Boogie Wonderland! They are looking on. We are trying to look away. Watching men in their scanties, sweat isn’t attractive. It’s all fun and games, until the aerobics instructor wants you to float on your back and work your hip adductors and abductors. Trying to be a lady, while flailing about with your legs open is just embarrassing.
I’m in the mumsy chick class! No mirrors, no fancy yoga stretches and not a scrap of Fabletics attire, reminding me I’m plump and far from beach ready. I feel great. It’s fun. Everyone is having a giggle and no one gives a toss about anything else.
The instructor is a rather lively gal, waving around like she’s living her best life. Making the moves look easy. For her, they are, she’s poolside and noodle-less!
The class passes quickly. I’ve worked out. I’m not sweating and home by 8pm. I smugly sip my wine, knowing I’ve earned it. Simple pleasures and all that. Am I going back next week? Yes indeed. Think that commitment deserves another glass of wine!