An unforeseen benefit to ripping out our bathrooms is that I’ve taken to exercising regularly, regularly being defined as five to six times a week, at the health club. I figured that, as long as I had to go there anyway, I might as well make use of the facility to do more than my usual walking.
So now a weekly routine includes four or five days of walking on a treadmill, one aerobic dance class, three sessions of weight training, and two days of swimming. I’m thinking of taking a cardio kickboxing class next.
I’ve never particularly been into exercise, and I prided myself for many years that I got through sixteen years of schooling without ever attending a gym class. (Truth is, that was before gym was a mandatory class for both boys and girls.) I never played team sports myself, and only made a fleeting acquaintance with baseball and soccer when my son chose to play them. When he quit the teams, I gave up my interest.
So here I am, at an age that’s closer to contemplating whether to take social security early rather than wondering if firm abs will get me a date; and I’m becoming an exercise nut. I even look forward to working out. I can’t say what the final results will be; but I’m moving more smoothly, my clothes fit a little better, and maybe I’ve lost a pound or two.
Evidently, our bathrooms aren’t the only thing being remodeled.
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