My wiser, sensible self makes a last ditch appeal to the suffering, self-pitying half. My knee is acting up or should I say breaking down once again. The pain and stiffness of arthritis is getting to me, but exercise is not an option. In fact, I just know it will be one of the first questions the Doc will ask when I go in. “Are you exercising? Why don’t you try a little aquafit.”
It is the reminder of the hot tub at the end that seals the deal. Besides at this time of day, I get ‘value pricing’ at the pool. OK, I’m in.
As I expected a sea of gray heads bob up and down to the music. At only fifty, I feel like I don’t belong in the ‘gentle joints’ version of aquasize, but the parts of my body that were designed for movement feel like they are about 80 years old.
The instructor, somewhat closer in age to myself than the people in pool, demonstrates the movements and I join the others marching slowly back and forth, buoyed by the water. Around me are smiles and laughter, but when they get out of the pool, it is with great effort they mount the strategically placed stairs. A few women head straight for their walkers. I realize I am not alone though I am better off than most.
When I reach the pool deck, my body feels something like Chris Hadfield must have felt upon his return to gravity and I head for the hot tub where the warmth melts the tension and resistance away. I feel better already and I shall return. Even if I have to wear a bathing suit.