It's a little odd that I turned to exercising in the water as a last resort. I love the water - ocean, lake, pond, rain, or tub. I love seeing, hearing, touching, smelling and even tasting it. I love water so much that I can't believe anything I do in it is exercise.
Stop by the pool on certain afternoons, look for the aqua jogger who's smiling till that smile erupts into laughter, and you've found me.
Why am I smiling?
* because I'm having so much fun moving without pain,
* because when I aqua jog from one side of the pool to the other I remember my babies tripping toward me, giggling all the way,
* because I feel the strength of my arms and legs pulling me through the water,
* because no one can see how much bouncing and jiggling is going on in my swimsuit,
* because I imagine I'm a silly seahorse, bobbing along.
You could say I went to the aqua jogging class kicking and screaming. "It's not real exercise!" I thought to myself. But I was wrong. It is real exercise. I can tell because when I get into the pool, the water's cold and I have energy to burn. After 15 minutes the water feels almost stiflingly warm and I am pushing myself to keep my head above water. (And it's a joyful pushing, with legs and core and arms.)
After just a couple weeks of aqua jogging I already feel stronger. I'm overcoming nerve damage which had been overwhelming me. The joy I feel in the pool translates into joy at home. By wearing myself out during day, I sleep better at night. Weakness is becoming strength, and lethargy is becoming energy.
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