A Day Beyond Fun!
Our AIAB Fitness Celebration, Part I

The day began with whining. As I crawled out of bed on a cold and frosty February morning, I complained and grumbled that I didn’t want to go to the fitness event. My husband did not say a word. He just kicked me in the butt. So I picked myself up off the floor and I went.

No trouble finding the place and it is very pretty there. Good coffee! I am not a morning person. Coffee is important to me. Nice healthy snacks like fresh fruit. Now I’m rolling. I learned something from all of our speakers. As a lifelong learner, this is important to me. Many of us wept when Tracy and Neoma talked about their trip to Toronto for the young breast cancer survivors conference—-and laughed.

My favourite part of the day was the pole walking lessons, led by Judy. I love Judy, but I did get in trouble with her three times for talking too much while she was talking—it was the caffeine. I can’t be trusted when I drink strong coffee. I have no self control. I am not allowed to drink coffee before I get into the dragon boat. Anyway, back to the poles! We were all outside in a very pretty park, putting our new skills to work, walking in circles first, and then up the trail for a little spin.

There was an elderly man sitting in his wheelchair, watching us from the sidelines. All of a sudden he called out, “This is better than TV any day!” We were amusing. Some of us were tripping over our poles. Some of us were tripping over our own feet. OK, it was me! I was tripping over my own feet. Coordination isn’t my strong point. And then there was the caffeine!

We did other types of exercise that were all fun and energizing. We had tons of door prizes and guess who won the first prize—-it was all about luck, not an A for effort. I had too much fun for the effort part. It was me. I chose the hot pink walking poles. I have no idea why. I had not even figured out how to use the poles. I was too busy figuring out how not to tangle my feet up. Anyway, I came home very high on caffeine and exercise, with my hot pink poles with the little black rubber boots on the end of them. They are so cute.

My eight year old granddaughter thinks they are ski poles and that I just got back from downhill skiing in Whistler—what a hoot she is! My four year old grandson thinks they are my new canes, because I often have a sore back. So I have just found two new uses for my walking poles. I say this as my husband kicks me out the door for my pole walk around the block. I am a bit clumsy, but I look hot! My poles are so beautiful!

Sooooooo, if you had half as much fun as I did, getting high on exercise, caffeine, fresh fruit, friends, life and bracing morning air, you will want to be there for Part II.

Gail Belcher