Lord Jesus help me. I'm joining water aerobics.
Back when I was a young hot thang, I worked at a pool. I lifeguarded, taught swim lessons, coached a swim team, and yes, taught water aerobics. Never did I think I'd see the day where I'd be the overweight frump in a swim suit.with.a.skirt, but alas, never say never! Oh if my tan firm body could see me now! But, PS, my swim suit does NOT have a built in uniskirt but it DOES have bra padding! Girl's gotta have some support now.
Yesterday we got a flyer in the mail about group exercise classes starting in a few weeks. It's only 4 blocks from our house so it's easily walkable. 10 weeks of water aerobics are $80 which isn't bad. I figure if I want to be the jogger in a sports bra running effortlessly through the neighborhoods, I've got to own where I am now and start there. Even if that means owning my crippled foot and joining the aqua broads.
All joking aside, I'm actually really excited for it. Sure, it's probably going to be 75 year old women and the one token grandpa, but I don't care. I want to make friends with Betty and Pearl and exchange pie recipes and needlework patterns. I'm finding that a perk of growing up is not giving a crap what other people think and you know what? It's sort of liberating! You're free to fly your freak flag. I just didn't expect my flag to have a pool noodle and an aqua belt as the emblem.