We are in the resort indoor pool at 10am and a great herd of locals have turned up for the water aerobics. The regulars know each other well and catch up with family and local news.
I've only been a few times in our almost ten months of living here. Most of the faces are unfamiliar. The lady one door up I recognise and I ask about the health of our mutual neighbour. It appears his health scare has resulted in a second operation but he is going to be just fine. I am relieved to hear this.
Thelma calls us to attention. I don't know how long she has been running this class three times a week but she knows every move by heart. Her voice is soft and I strain to hear her instruction. We warm up with those crucial arm stretches above our heads but after that I'm stuck and I copy the person in front circling my right foot under the water and changing over on Thelma's command. There is no loud bopping music, there is no music at all. Just Thelma's instructions and a few wayward people both male and female chatting away and not really being attentive. I watch as Alan and Bob make up their own moves until the foam noodles are handed out from the stash on the side of the pool. Then the pool is filled with grey haired ladies and gents with a noodle between their legs (yes it's the Rocking Horse) striding up and down the pool. We must look a sight!
I check out the time on the clock on the far wall. Twenty minutes down and and forty more to go.
The next time I check the time there is only five minutes to go. I have been miraculously following the moves (and making a few of my own up) while merrily chatting away.
I see it how it is and not how I would like it to be. It's an exercise class and a reunion of local residents. Everyone is comfortable and looking forward to their next class. Why change it?
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