Aqua Zumba is currently offered at the pool. It sounded fun, in a kind of self-hating fashion. Not that I think people who do zumba hate themselves, it just looks painful.
Saturday morning, I got myself to the pool early enough to talk to the instructor, a very pleasant woman named Kim. I should be able to remember that. I asked, “How much impact is there on your ankles and knees?”
“Oh, not much at all,” she assured me.
She was wrong. About 2/3 of the way through this, my feet informed me of an impending revolution, so I stopped bouncing and tried to concentrate on doing the movements more deliberately instead of more vigorously. Took me 10 minutes to get out of the pool.
The biggest problem wasn’t the bouncing, however, It was my arms. My shoulders were so tight and in so much pain that even though I’d had a tough arm workout on Tuesday, this was twice the pain. I asked my friend and physical therapist at church about the pain – had I hurt myself? Torn ligaments? Rotor cuff?
She asked if I’d like her to work on me. Anything, I said.
I won’t be so eager next time.
J had me sit down on a chair, and located the center of the pain, and proceeded to put her pointy elbow on the spot and push down. Hard. In front of my priest.
It is amazing what you can not say when you want to. Self-control comes in odd guises. In my case, a black cassock. When she said, “you can feel this behind your left eyeball,” she was exactly right.
But I felt better the next afternoon, after another light swim.
My sprints are getting noticeably longer. I did one session of 1 2 minute sprint + a 1 minute rest, then 7 3 minute sprints with a 45 second rest between. That was a killer, but the very next time I got in, 3 minute sprints weren’t hard, except for when I lost count. I managed at least one 4 minute in there.
That 4 minute sprint encouraged me to try a lot harder today. Both times I’ve swum this week, I’ve have very limited time. Less than 40 minutes in the pool makes me press myself for longer sprints because I don’t have the time to wait on the rests. I did one 2 minute, one 3 minute, two 4 minutes and a 5 minute sprint in about 40 minutes today with roughly 45 second breaks between. The timing today forced me to move my legs a lot, more than my arms, but I’m still feeling it there.
I caught a look at my profile today in a window. What should be sticking out further than my belly is today. Today, I wore a shirt that I couldn’t wear in July without too much flattening of my bust – still tight but not like it was. It fits the way it should.
I’m listening to belly dance music right now, doing some belly rolls while drinking beer. Incongruity, that’s my middle name.