Well, the running thing was a bust, but that doesn’t let me off the hook for exercising. The shame of it is that I love to run and like to swim and enjoy walking but find all other exercise unpleasant at best. I thought about joining J’s gym, but it is unbelievably expensive, probably sue to the fantastic pool and state-of-the-art equipment, not to mention 972 channels on TV.
The boys go to the gym for private swim lessons, which cost more than we spend on produce and diapers in a week. We’ve been wanting to end those lessons, but first we wanted to get Zachary through some of his, shall we say, “hesitation” about putting his face in the water. We have come to realize that we could spend the next eight years doing private lessons without him becoming suddenly amenable to dunking his head, and by that point we’d have spent his college savings and lost the house to foreclosure. Benjamin, meanwhile, leaps into the water and swims straight through to the instructor, so we’re thinking he is probably ready for a group class.
Unfortunately, finding a group class is not all that easy. Around here, people seem to have pools, and they have private instructors who come and teach their kids in the aforementioned pools. See above comment about the cost of private lessons. So, I was grateful when our teenaged babysitter mentioned that she had taken lessons at the YMCA as a kid.
And, would you believe it, that Y is pretty fucking nice. The tour featured state-of-the-art equipment, squash courts, and a good pool. Benjamin, of course, protested vociferously when we left the pool area. “Please take me swimming class! Please take me swimming class!” he screamed as we left for the rest of the tour.
We periodically check that child to see if he has gills.
The best part is that our family membership includes a childcare room. So, if there were, hypothetically, a stay-at-home mom with bad knees who needed a workout and wanted someone to watch the baby for an hour while the boys are at school, she could leave the aforementioned baby fast asleep in her bucket seat with the childcare peeps and go work out. And, when that baby gets to be six months old, she can enter the mommy-and-me swim class, perhaps thereby avoiding the wet-face-phobia of her eldest brother.
So, this week I’ll start working out at our fancy schmantzy Y. J will transfer his workouts there in a few months, when he feels he is in enough of a routine to give up the 972 channels. Benjamin isn’t old enough for the group lessons, which start at 3, but we’ll try to beg his way in. And Zachary? We’re going to start him in the swimming lessons next session. Unfortunately, he needs a swim cap, and we fear he’s going to hate that feeling. Can anyone recommend a swim cap that a four-year-old won’t reject? Really – I could use some suggestions here.
So, I still haven’t lost a pound, but we’ve found a way for me to get in shape and save a crapload of money at the same time.
Do you think the baby will need a swim cap? Because thus far she has no hair.
Sorry I haven’t been around your blogs much lately. I was revising the book. I’ll be around soon.