Everyone knows who Richard Simmons is. That goof with the curly hair and striped, tight gym shorts. He's well known for his video, "Sweatin' to the Oldies", which I promise I have never watched. (I did buy his deal-a-meal years ago, but realized it wouldn't work for me when I got a burrito at Taco Bell and found that most of my day's allotment was almost gone). Anyway...I recently joined a gym so I could do water aerobics, which I love. The classes I have done so far have been a great workout, but I can't get over how old the participants are. I'm going to be 50 in a week, and they have many, many years (if not decades) on me. I'm looking around and thinking, "if these are the people in the level II/III class, who the heck is in the 'Rusty Hinges' class???" I'm not kidding...they actually have a class called 'Rusty Hinges'...which I find gut-splitting hysterical. I'm wondering if something is wrong with me though. I was looking at all of these people and thinking about the fact that I was sweating (did you know you can sweat in a pool?) Then, I started thinking, "If I'm sweating...they are probably sweating", which grossed me out. Then my mind went a step further and started looking at their bathing suits, feeling grateful when I saw that they were clinging tightly to their old bodies and that none of them were loose fitting where stray things could fall out. Yeah, I know...the thought disturbed me too. Sorry. (This post is anonymous, right? Okay, good). Hey, that's what I get for having an hour to do nothing but workout and think!
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