Am I living my life so that I will have amusing little anecdotes to tell? Do I do things just so I can blog about them?
Recently, thanks to a Groupon, I tried out a rowing class. This was not just any rowing class. This was an Indo Rowing Class done on wooden machines attached to a tank of water, so every stroke was accompanied by a waterly wooosh.
Apparently, these machines were featured on The Biggest Loser, but I’ve never seen that show (never liked the title), so I can neither confirm nor deny.
---Have you ever rowed before? The very lean instructor asked.
---Only gently down a stream. I said.
He didn’t get it.
The class consisted of the instructor rowing on a machine, and a dozen of us rowing at the same pace he did for fifty minutes. Sometimes we rowed a 19. Sometimes we rowed a 26. Sometimes we got really intense and rowed a 30. Those numbers were our stroke rate. I don’t know more than that. Basically, we rowed a lot as music played.
The rowing came easily to me. I can mimic. In fact, if I was an X-man (or X-woman), I think my super power would be mimicking other x-people.
Even though rowing to Mack the Knife appealed to my Musical Theatre love, I found myself just not caring.
All you do is row. Sometimes you row slowly. Sometimes you row quickly. But you’re just doing the same thing over and over again. And you’re not really going anywhere.
Is this what spinning class is like? I’ve never taken a spin class.
I still prefer Zumba where you move in a lot of different ways. Besides, my salsa step has gotten sharp and springy.
I recently rowed a boat on a lake in Ireland. The water was calm. The air was cool, but not too cold. It was dusk, so the grey clouds had a pinkish hue to them. It was quiet except for the oars in the water. As I rowed from a sailboat to the shore, I didn’t try to row to a certain pace. I rowed gently and merrily merrily merrily merrily.