So apparently I joined a new club yesterday.
I didn't know I was joining. Maybe they joined me. I don't know.
See, Kami and I have been working out at the rec center several days a week, since our Bally's membership ran out. We usually swim or lift weights or cycle, but last week, we noticed The Water Channel.
It's basically a big circle of water that has a current in it. So you can walk around and around and you have this water current that provides resistance and feels like you're walking upstream.
So we decided that if we did that, we could get the lower impact exercise without the stupid goggle marks that come with swimming, right?
So early yesterday, we show up for our foray into water walking. We jumped in and started around the "track". And just to give you an idea? It takes 56 times around the track to go 1 mile.
And it's harder than it looks. There were some underwater jets that I'm pretty sure someone had turned the setting from "running brook" to "tidal wave", and every time we walked past there we had to hold the wall to stay upright. We were just getting the hang of it when the clock struck 7am, and we were quickly joined by a large number of people. OLD people.
"Hi! You're new here! - My name's Barb. what's your name?"
You're kidding me, right? They wanted to make conversation. We were sort of struggling our way upstream, just concentrating on keeping our legs under our bodies, rather than being pushed up behind us, but they wanted to chat. They were chatting with us, chatting with each other, even setting up little get-togethers for after the work-out.
It was a little surreal.
Then as sort of a final jolt into the I Am Never Doing This Again reality... they started lapping us.
Did I mention that Kami and I are both marathon runners? I mean, we're not in marathon shape or anything, but still. It's the principle of it. We were being lapped by 80 year old men.
I'm sure it's really great exercise, but I'm not sure I'll go again. I don't know if I can take the humiliation.