The Watchmaker

Swing just like a pendulum she said.  About three swings into the movement my pendulum broke.  It sure looks easy when Kristen swings hers but my clock is rusty and the hinges need a whole can of WD 40. 

Back for more Tabata today and I heard from her microphone that this would not be an anaerobic workout. A sense of relief cascaded over my creaky form. But no sooner did 5 minutes elapse, and I was gasping for air like a man going down for the third time in the pool. 

Most of the class is female and I have to say they are in monster shape because I was a half beat behind each set and they seemed to move rhythmically like clockwork and if I was a watch the sweep hand would be stuck on 12. However, I did spy one male in the corner that provided me some solace as his movement hardly matched Joel Grey’s. However most of these athletes seemed not to have even broken a sweat while yours truly had a salt-water pool making my footing treacherous.

This class ended again with my hands folded in prayer but I think I might need a novena next time.

Swing like a pendulum, my watch is just a little slow.

P.S. Kristen was changing octaves today and it got my mind off my discomfort because it does have some sort of ameliorating affect on me.