It’s almost 11:00 in the morning and poor Jack is passed out in bed, not moving. His new best friend Harry, my sister’s puppy, wore him out completely. My little Jack has maybe twenty minutes of running in him a day and he likes it that way. He isn’t used to two full days of intense cardio like he had with Harry. Harry can be a personal trainer for the lazy couch potato dogs such as Jack, poor lamb.
Today was day two of skiing and even though I walk every day at least two miles a day, that wasn’t sufficient enough to prep the weird grouping of muscles that are engaged during downhill skiing. On second thought it wasn’t really the downhill skiing that put my muscles through a workout; it was the pulling of the little ones around the ski area by my poles; me, straining to pull their weight as they held onto my pole with their hands while I walked with my skis in a crisscross pattern from the beginner’s lift to the tow rope for the little ones.
When my hubby and I were skiing, just the two of us, we were both going very fast and there, at those moments, I felt my muscles straining with the speed. It was a good feeling; my eyes were streaming with tears from the wind and I could hear my skis carving the turns against the snow. I could feel my muscles reacting to the commands that my brain was sending them, shift my weight from the right to the left and then back again as I cut my path down the slope.
The conditions were even better today than they were yesterday; the wind went away and the temperature was 37 Fahrenheit. The lines were non-existant; we would come speeding down to the lift and slam on our brakes and slide right to the lift, ready for another pass down the trail. The kids and my sister were even happier with skiing today than they were yesterday; no one was cold, no one fell and everyone felt really good about their progress on skis.
This Friday morning we had lively discussions during weight class. The ladies were talking a great deal about the Pope’s resignation. No one was critical of the Pope, on the contrary they were very supportive of the Pope’s decision and they admired him for his self-awareness and his selflessness. All of the ladies in the group go to Church faithfully and are very active in the Church’s social calendar. So I can, with confidence, state that my dear ladies thought about the Pope’s decision and its ramifications very seriously and thoughtfully.
After the ladies had exhausted the subject of the Papacy, they moved on the Meals On Wheels and how prolific it had become, how much better quality the meals are now over fifteen years ago and all the good that the program brings to its patrons. Everyone in our group has family around them, so I am pretty sure that they will all be well taken care of later on down the road and probably won’t be dependent on the elderly program of Meals On Wheels which, sadly for many elderly, is the only source of a hot meal and some company during the day.
After that, the ladies moved right along to the latest deaths that had been in the obituary’s that past week. The one that had the most impact was the suicide of a successful businessman who ran the Pomeroy farm and maple syrup/general store and breakfast restaurant. His death was a shock to all of the ladies and they spent the last part of the class talking about the funeral, the family taking over the running of the business, the fact that there wasn’t a will.
I kept quiet, content to listen to everyone’s viewpoint and opinion. My exercise class for me is relaxing and serves as nice social hour. I love my ladies.
At the Christmas Tree lighting this past Sunday, Chuck our Historical Society President, approached my friend, our newest Director, and I and asked us if we had ever done yoga before and without waiting for an answer, he told us that this nice lady was in town and she was looking to give yoga classes for six weeks; three Wednesdays in December and three Wednesdays in January. He went on to say that she was very nice and his wife was going to participate and it would be a shame if they were all alone. Basically my friend and I, by this point, said yes because I think it would have been awkward otherwise.
The good news is that we have both done yoga before; my friend has done power yoga and belly dancing so she is in tremendous shape. I, on the other hand, haven’t done yoga in over two years so I knew that I was going to be rusty but I didn’t care if Chuck wanted to show support to this nice lady I didn’t mind.
The yoga class was nice; she is kind, tiny with a gently voice and led a gentle yoga class. The poses that she had us do, I was familiar with and my muscles were saying “oh yes, I remember vaguely doing this, oh wow, we sure are staying in this pose for a bit” as my muscles were shaking. I’m really glad that I went, it was an hour that I gave to myself, for myself and if anyone has the opportunity to practice yoga, I highly recommend it or at least trying it. It does wonders for you; physically, spiritually and mentally.
I am looking forward to next week’s class.
Every Friday morning the girls and I do weight class together, it starts at 9:30 and ends at 10:45. It doesn’t sound like much but it does the trick for me. The weight class is part of the Council of Aging and my mother-in-law, a few years before she passed away, dragged me with her for a few sessions and before I knew it, I was asked to be the co-leader of the group with Sybie. So Sybie and I are the leaders of our osteoporosis weight class and we alternate leading every week.
Since I am the baby of the group, I make it my job to listen and soak up as much of the girls wisdom as possible. I’m the newest addition so while the girls take the opportunity to solve the world’s problems, I take notes and try to remember what I don’t want to be like when it is my turn to be old. I have to admit that I do hear a lot of how lazy the youth are today, how it is all the mother’s fault for not being there, the youth of today. I often wonder how in the world did they forget that their own parents probably had the same criticisms about their generation.
They are also republicans, not all of them, only the vocal ones, so when politics enters the airwaves, I keep my mouth shut. I like these women so very much and I don’t want to make our time together about political disagreements. I always try to steer the conversation towards food, who can resist speaking about food; good bread, different ways to make chicken, how to make a nice spinach gratin, what kind of filling to put in a puff pastry and I can go on. I end up making everyone hungry by the end of class.
We have off next Friday because it is the day after Thanksgiving, we did promise each other to take the time to go for a long walk after our Thanksgiving meal to get some exercise in on our special day of feasting.