Friday, November 06, 2009
Let's not get carried away here. You are not going to see pictures of me actually working out. But, I am going to tell you about it.
First you have to understand something about me. (I'm sure there are one or two of you out there reading this who did not know me as a teenager, right?) I am six feet tall (I used to say 5'11" but it really didn't matter) and although I wasn't always overweight I could never be described as skinny. Nor would you call me agile, co-ordinated or even graceful. (Someone, who shall remain nameless, once tried to compliment me by describing me as having 'awkward grace'.*) And truth be told I was never very good at sports and hated gym class. Once in high school I got a good grade in gym because they gave me 10 points for helping take attendance. Now, there's something I can do!
Just after Pesach in 2007 Amy opened a 'Curves' franchise in Nes Tziyona, the next town over from Rehovot on the way from here to Tel Aviv. I was there the first week it opened. I was feeling that I needed a change in attitude, to do something that I hadn't done before. (It may have had something to do with my being the heaviest I have ever been in my life.) What could be more out of character for me than to go and join a health club to start working out?
So why is this something I can suddenly handle? Curves works like this: there are 12 machines in a circle and between each two machines is a platform called the 'recovery station'. You spend 30 seconds at each station either using the machine in the prescribed way or moving with the music at the recovery station. You do this for about half an hour and then go do a few stretching exercises and it's over. The club is for women only. That fits great for women who don't want to go to a fitness place where men and women work out together because of religious considerations. But what I have found at this club is a place where I feel I am not being judged by my agility or shape. This is a place where real women hang out. You know, like me.
This week I joined an extra-credit aerobics group. One where everyone comes at the same time and does what the leader is telling you to do. This is definitely raising the bar so to speak. Stay tuned, at this rate, I may be ready for the triathlon in about 40 years.
* This "compliment" has to compete with the person who told me 'you look very good in the dark'