Today I joined a group that dubs itself the Senior Silver Sneakers.ï¿½ It’s an exercise group at my local gym.ï¿½ I hate, HATE, HATTTTTE the “Senior” part of the name.ï¿½ Go ahead – say that I’m in denial.ï¿½ But the reality is that I do everything within my power to nurture every bit of independence that I possibly can. ï¿½And today I wasn’t alone.ï¿½ People in today’s workout group were at varying levels of physical fitness – but none of us, in my mind, provoked anything at all resembling negative images of aging.ï¿½ It was hard work – for a full hour, and each of us held our own.
ï¿½I noted three interesting things.ï¿½ First, the amount of grey hair that I see at this gym increases every time I go.ï¿½ That’s great news!ï¿½ Second, I was surprised to realize that the proportion of After Fifty women in the gym was significantly greater than the number of 50+ men.ï¿½ And third, a really good trainer is hard to find.ï¿½ In my mind, a really good trainer is one who urges you on to reach beyond complacency and stretch (literally and figuratively) to reach new heights.ï¿½ That wasn’t happening today – and it was a bit disappointing.ï¿½ Anyway, in spite of that, the hour flew by, offering both physical and wonderful social stimulation.ï¿½ ï¿½ï¿½
One woman confided in me that she hesitated to come.ï¿½ She was afraid that everyone else would be trim and taut (and she’s not).ï¿½ I think she felt quickly comforted in realizing that not a single one of us was perfect.ï¿½ I hesitated to come, too.ï¿½ Would I really have the time?ï¿½ Would it be too hard (or too easy)????ï¿½ I guess we all have our excuses when it comes to incorporating new habits into our lives.ï¿½ï¿½ What excuses do you have for not exercising?