And although "graduation" does not mean "cured", I am now a member of the Independent Aquatics crew at the rehab center. This means that I can go in anytime they are open (6AM - 6:30PM weekdays) and workout in the pool. After the wonderful but exhausting-ly chaotic weekend we had, I did not jump on the chance to head back to the pool at scary o'clock on Tuesday morning. Scott pointed out that on normal days (i.e. when he gets home a little after 5PM) I can go to the pool in the evenings. OR.... after all the daycare darlings are picked up (around 4:30) I can drop our boys off with him at theater rehearsal and get to the pool a little earlier. Afternoon/evening workouts?? What a concept!
So, yesterday, that was the plan. Unfortunately, the weather made the roads "exciting" and when I arrived at the pool, there were no other people in it. And, wisely, there is a buddy system required for using the pool. DARN! This wasn't a surprise but it was a disappointment. It wasn't a completely wasted trip, since I filled out the paper work, paid the fee for 3 months of pool use, got my ID photo taken (gorgeous, natch), and collected my tag that I will need to have "beeped" each time I come to the pool. I returned home a little bummed that my first independent pool session was a bust.
I resolved at that point.that this morning (Thursday) I would get my carcass out of bed and be at the pool at 6AM. And I did. Of course, by the time they unlocked the front door, I got my sweats off and my body into the pool, it was almost 6:10. I had to get on the road by 6:35 so that Scott could be out the door at 6:45. This doesn't make for a terribly lengthy workout so I made the most of it, trying to move "fast" and get my heart rate up.
It's a challenge for me to feel like I'm getting a good workout in at the pool. There's really not much in the way of sweat going on, despite the very cozy temps in the water. I don't breath terribly hard, which I can't explain.
I am doing my best to use the equipment to provide plenty of resistance. I have a regular float belt around my waist. I have ankle weights on my feet. I have aqua-resistance bars in my hands (I can't find a photo of these online... And I can't for the life of me properly describe them beyond that they are big-ish, bright yellow, plastic, with handles). I am tethered to a bar on the side of the pool. And I'm trying to "run." Getting all of these implements together and setting myself up for exercise is quite a sight. I feel a bit like an "I Love Lucy" bit, though I'm pretty sure she never did a PT-in-the-pool episode!
|Add a belly and all kinds of equipment and stick her in a pool surrounded by friendly but curious Senior Citizens. And that's me.|
In fact, this morning I lost one of the ankle weights to the bottom of the pool and I felt like a total idiot. There's a rule that you're not supposed to swim and you're always supposed to be utilizing a flotation device... but I had to very quickly strip myself of aquatic aids and dive to the bottom of the pool (only 6 feet, thank heavens) and retrieve my lost item. None of my fellow-aqua-cizers said anything and no alarms went off in the pool, so I guess I was okay.
So. I still have some things to learn about using the pool efficiently. I need to get better about maintaining good, "hard" form that will force me to really get a good workout in during my very limited time in the water. I need to learn to tighten the ankle weights more firmly so that they don't drop to the bottom of the pool. I need to maintain my focus getting in and getting out of there so that Scott isn't late to work.
Sometimes, There IS Try, not just Do or Do Not.