Fitness Class with the Old People

I am still jet legged. After being in the city more than a week. Sue me. So since Edmonton is not the most popping city on a Tuesday at 4am I have been meditating at the mosque. It feels great and it has helped me quite a bit.

So this morning after I went there was a fitness class; attended by older ladies and gentlemen, the youngest of which was more than double my age. I was wearing a sweater and jeans, each of which is not conducive to working out. It did not help that I had just found some pictures on my phone of my ex, were we were all smiles and happiness.

But since a senior, 30 years my senior challenged me to join I though why the hell not. I was fit once, besides how hard could this be...

After half an hour I got an asthma attack and almost vomited. I had to sit down, but looking at the balding man with white hair in front of me, I decided to grab some water and go back into the breach.

The class was an hour and a half. And I survived with a smile on my face. It felt good to be active again.

My life has been plagued with health issues. As a child I reminded myself that Einstein and Newton were not the fittest men around. Also, I don't believe that India does very well at the Olympics. I could be wrong about this, but most Indian people I know are incredibly lazy; myself included.

However, the times that I have exercised have felt great. It is funny, but when I think back, things were always happiest while I was healthy and doing some sort of exercise. Often I was pushed into it by my girlfriend, but after I realized that I felt great doing it, I continued.

Things recently have been rough for me. Coming back from India and all, but I am going to start going more. I don't know if I am going to run a triathlon, but hear goes nothing...