A Rip Roaring Finale
Fitness Challenge Part II

The second Fitness Celebration began much the same as the last for me. My husband kicked me out of bed again as I whined about the early hour. This time it was a beautiful sunny day and the crocuses were popping up everywhere. The caffeine kick started my day again—that was the second kick start of the day wasn’t it? There was also a delicious apple coffee cake that helped immensely.

We were supposed to bring our activity diaries with us, but given that mine wasn’t filled out, I just happened to not bring it and pretend it was all filled out. “ Oops! I am so sorry, I forgot to bring my fully filled out diary! Darn!” I had been working out twice a week and doing some power walks in between so I did not feel too guilty. There were lots of good questions for Silvia. I hope we see her again next year. The repeat BMIs went really well and lots of fat had been shed to cries of joy from the participants.

Carole Dale regaled us with stories of her fitness challenge ten years ago—a climb in the Himalayas to view the peaks of Mount Everest. What an inspiration for our group. My favourite line of hers was that it was so cold at night that she would never do that that trip again without catheterising herself at bedtime. It seems a little frostbite on the butt in the middle of the night in the Himalayas will do that to you. I know that we’re tough women and we endure the odd blister on our butts early in the season, but the catheter idea seems like a good one to me if I ever go trekking.

The real highlight of the day was our workout with Norman Sam. He is a cool dude—a fit and lively dancer much younger than myself which led me to pretend I was taking breaks for water, not because my legs were burning and I couldn’t breathe. His dancing moves and music were contagious and full of fun. He looked like a leprechaun leaping about and I felt like an overweight bullfrog trying to get my body off the ground. There was a bit too much jumping and my workout group with Tracy knows I don’t do jumping. I peed my pants, and then I laughed at myself so hard I peed them again. Would I do it again? Absolutely!

The sight of that sea of fuchsia women joyfully trying their best to keep up to him was a sight for sore eyes. And keep up to him they did! Maybe not quite so gracefully, but certainly with the kind of determination that our AIAB dragon boaters always put on display everywhere they go.

Hats off to you girls!
Gail Belcher