Sleepless and I decided to go all out today in more than one way. We started the day with toning Zumba, then did regular Zumba, and then, because good things come in threes – or is it bad things? – we did swim Zumba.
This was the first time Sleepless has had the privilege of participating in swim Zumba at the city pool; however, based on the amazing things she was able to see for a mere $3.50, I know it won’t be her last. The make-up of today’s class was a little different from the class Beaner, MiniMe and I previously took. “This almost feels like rehab – all kinds of rehab: physical, substance abuse and just plain old getting old rehab,” I told Sleepless as participants continued to arrive. It was about this time that the class started and a short, well-rounded, spry elderly woman ran for the entrance of the pool – clearly, she did not want to miss a beat.
She wasted no time getting in the water and making her way around the pool. It was as if each song was oxygen for her soul. She sang several of the songs as she spun around in the water and often looked at Sleepless and I. “I couldn’t look at her,” Sleepless later informed me. Sleepless couldn’t look at her and the two of us couldn’t look at each other because if we did we would start laughing.
Class soon ended and Sleepless and I were contemplating how much more time we would spend in the pool when one of our Zumba mates said to another, “I’ve gotta get out or I’m going to pee in here.” It was then that we both knew our pool time was over.
