We’re both on the move these days.
Lolo is up on all fours and rocking back and forth with her fabulously toned core muscles. It’s amusing to see her intention to move forward and then see her bewilderment as her body takes her backwards instead. She wants so badly to move ahead but right now she only has the reverse scoot mastered.
She has also found renewed glee in standing. It seems she understands that being in an upright position would provide the most freedom and carry the most prestige. She is still super wobbly so I don’t expect that she’ll be able to turn her nose up at scooting around the floors for a while.
I am also on the move as I huff and puff my way through workouts at the JCC. Dude. I have taken two group exercise classes, both of which had titles like “Dance and Sculpt Party” and “Cardio Blast and Tone,” and they are kicking my butt. These are the classes that I would have laughed at before the bambino. I could have done these routines with my eyes closed while snarfing Luna bar to boot. I used to feel so sorry for the women that were truly getting their heart rates up from these “light workouts”. And, now that’s poor pitiful me. I am in an aerobics room with women that are twice my age and they are winning. But, have no fear, I will be back in good form in no time.
I do find it fun though. The JCC does not shy away from aerobics-styled activities that pull from Olivia Newton John’s “Let’s Get Physical” days. And, why not? They are catering to women in their 60s. But to modernize it a bit, they hire college-aged teachers who play their hip and snappy modern music to get your enthusiasm pumping and your endorphins flowing. All is takes is a a nice “WOO!” from the teacher and I am in the zone. It is ever-so-satisfying to see a 65 year-old woman in spandex jamming it out to a Rihanna song.
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