Heroes

Pseudo athletes like myself spend alot of time inside their own heads racing to finish lines, rescuing those in need, and imagining great feats of heroism watching the lap counter on the treadmill. Pretty stupid, but running on a treadmill is so mind numbingly boring we have to do something besides think about what hurts, who we're mad at, or what's for dinner.

Some days when I'm not feeling quite right the only reason I can think to try and be as nice as possible is remembering that maybe, just maybe, you may need someone to save your life because, if I keep this up, I WILL have a heart attack. I've been on malfunctioning treadmills where the heart rate monitor keeps going off even though I'm not touching anything. I guess I've been warned.

So I renewed my CPR/AED training this past week. We were told to do the chest compressions to the beat of "Staying Alive." I think if you don't like the person you are trying to save "Another One Bites the Dust" would also do nicely. If I ever do get to be a real hero at the gym I think I'll leave my shuffle on so I can keep the pace up.

The Grand Poobah had his 92nd birthday this week. He really swims - and he's good! We are all in awe. He had some dizzy spells last year and I suggested that at least if he gets dizzy in the pool he won't fall down and break anything. He is all there and totally gets me. I like to make him laugh. The Poobah is a real hero - served as a fighter pilot in WWII. I am in awe. I've promised more than one pool buddy, including the Poobah, that I'd fish them out if they sank. Half the time the lifeguards are so spaced I'm pretty sure we're on our own in there.

Someone mentioned a long time back that if you are going to have a heart attack chances are you'll have it driving from the gym after your workout. Very encouraging. I hope one of my gym buddies is in traffic and saves me. I know I'd do it for them. I'd put my earbuds in and go to it. That's when I crank the volume to "Hysteria" and hope a real hero shows up soon.