Six summers ago I spent my excruciatingly long days awaiting my son’s referral. To help pass the time, I agreed to take a step aerobics class with a friend (taught by another friend). It was exhausting. It made me drip with perspiration. I loved it.
Step aerobics combines the dancing that I wished I had continued as a youth, with aerobics which I do everyday. Add some fun music, a ton of choreography, and some fast-paced auditory reaction time and you’re set. I think that anyone who struggles with delayed auditory processing should consider step class to train their ears and brain to work quickly together!
Unfortunately, my exercise class is a summer-only event for me because of my work schedule. But every summer I return to the community center and see the same people working out. Even as I grow older, I still am usually the youngest in the class by at least 20 years. Including the instructor. My classmates are all friends–they should be after working out together 3x per week for years. I do not know their names; I have nicknamed them.
There’s the “duck lady”. So named because although she can keep up with everything, she moves her body like a duck: extending her limbs, awkwardly jumping and flailing her arms.
“50 year anniversary woman” is my hero. Based on the fact that she’s been married 50 years, I figure she is around 70. And she does step-aerobics like a rock star. Seriously.
“Teacher’s Pet” stands in the front of the room and can read the instructors mind. She always knows what is coming next and is rarely misled. When the teacher has surgery in the next few months, “Teacher’s Pet” will be unofficially leading the class.
Today I slipped quietly out of the class. They probably won’t even notice that I’m gone until I reappear next summer. Ready to shake my groove-thang.