The only thing less likely than me taking up jogging - which is something I did five years ago, is me going to a spin class, which I started to do last fall. I am the poster child (woman, whatever) for the Athletically Challenged Happy Empty Nester (acronym: ACHEN, as in oh my achen legs). But a good life is filled with less than likely choices, occasionally playing to one's weaknesses instead of the rational choice of playing to one's strengths. I am not a natural athlete. Nope, never have been accused of that. But I do love working out, feeling that endorphin rush, though I bet I am one of the few women ever to weep in an aerobics class. Which just goes to show you one never knows where those hormones will take you.
Looking back, I started this new athletic adventure right when my life (well maybe not my life, but life in general, life universal) seemed to be spinning out of control. My kids were high school seniors, anxiously applying to college, about to leave home. My husband was working hard and long, worrying about the economic meltdown our country was in the throes of last year. Marriages were breaking up all around me. And then there was the war, and the other war, and global warming, and Kate Gosselin. I was feeling overwhelmed -- old and in the way. I couldn't guarantee that our kids would get into the schools they wanted. I couldn't fix the economy, (no one can shop that much), heck I couldn't even seem to lose five pounds. But I'd heard that exercise is good for relieving stress and depression, though frankly the thought of trying one of those boot camp workouts leave me feeling both stressed and depressed.
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