Working Out, Having Fun

Today someone sent me a video of a 92 year old woman dancing the salsa. She was amazing! I watched her twisting and turning, sashaying and step-ball-changing, and thought, I want to be just like her when I grow up.

I spent about 1&1/2 hours in the gym today--half cardio/half weights. It was a great work-out, but not nearly so much as doing the salsa. Still, I had fun because of my work-out partner; I'll call her TraciD. (mainly 'cuz that's her name but also to distinguish her from the other Traci, my life-friend, who most people who know me would assume I was referring to if I said "Traci." Did you get that?) So anyway, TraciD and I work-out together and because we do, what would be boring and frustrating becomes fellowship. We laugh, we catch-up, we complain about exercise. Gotta love it.

I've prayed for a work-out partner for years. No kidding. So this one day TraciD & I were both in the gym; I noticed she was lifting about the same as I was on the machines. She didn't look particularly scary, so I said, "Hey, wanna be my work-out partner," or something like that. For some reason, she didn't complain to the management about my stalking her but took me up on my offer. We've been working out ever since--about six months now.

Well, not EVER since. We have conflicts and we don't always make it to the gym. We get bored with one thing and try something different. But the main thing is, we are in this together. For me, it makes all the difference. Hey, maybe we'll try doing the salsa next.

Increasing movement, Decreasing girth,
Aileen