I am not a particularly athletic person.
Let me clarify. When I was 14, I was in love with baseball. I watched the Red Sox with passion, followed their statistics like it was my religion, and practiced throwing a fastball into a target for endless hours. I tried out for my school’s softball team, where I was placed in right field. It was a “no cut” team, so they had to put me somewhere. My two greatest accomplishments that season? Number one: I swung hard at a pitch and managed to smash myself in the nose with my own bat. (I know, right? How is that even possible?) Number two: I went deep for a fly ball, put up my glove, and missed so completely that the ball bounced off my head and into the woods behind me.
That is the sum of my “team sports” experience.
When I grew up, I found out that people expected me to do certain unpleasant things like “run” and “work out” in order to stay “in shape”. I tried, I really did. My husband is athletic and reasonably fit. He enjoys that whole sweating thing. So we tried racketball in our 20’s; I kept hitting one or the other of us in the head and face with my racket, so we stopped. We tried jogging together, but I complained so much about the pain in my legs and feet that he stopped wanting me to go along with him. So I took an aerobics class with some other women, and promptly got pregnant, forcing me to quit. (H’mmm, just realized that the cause and effect in that sentence makes it sound like I had more fun at the aerobics class than I did: the pregnancy was not actually started at the class!)
Anyway, we used to hike a bit, because it is a passion of Paul’s to carry a heavy pack up a steep incline and then stand on shaky legs to admire the view. I gave all that up as soon as the kids became old enough to become his hiking buddies.
So at the age of 56, I am a slightly chubby, slightly soft matronly type woman. I’m OK with that, for the most part! I want to be in “shape”, its just that the shape I choose is a circle. I eat well (mostly…..), I have a very active job where I am on my feet and walking every day. I have no major illnesses (knocking on wood here) and take only allergy medication. So all is good, right? No need to strap on those sneakers and hit the pavement, correct?
Well. I think I have finally found some motivation to get myself stronger and more physically resilient. Dammit.
First of all, I want to be one of those cool, fun Grandmothers. The ones who take the Grandkids to the park, and sledding and to Disney. I want to go to all their games and jump up and down in the bleachers. Given the fact that my kids are still several years away from parenthood (some more wood knocking here), I better make sure that I am still spry when the next generation gets here.
Second of all, for the most part, when the adults keep their noses out of my classroom, I really love my job. I most definitely want to keep teaching for as long as I can physically keep up with the kids. Ergo: I need to take more vitamins, get more sleep, and work on improving my stamina!
And last of all, I met with the administrator in charge of retirement in our school district. I went over the figures and calculated what my pension will be if I retire at various ages. I work in a great, very generous district, and I have been there for quite a while! The good news? I probably won’t have to be teaching fractions in my 70’s.
But I damn well better start working out now and then, and it’s definitely time to skip the oreos and grab a grapefruit.
Motivation at last. Dammit.