So I was at the club this morning. No, not the trashy kind of club, the exercise kind. We’ve had substitutes for Zumba leaders for two weeks. Today was the Japanese Zumba girl. We did quick little jerky steps, but it got progressively harder and we all sweat quite nicely.

Then I ascended to the second level and got on the elliptical for a bit. When I finished that I started around the track only to discover that I’d been wearing my Zumba jingle skirt all the while I was on the elliptical. I informed one of the nice gentlemen sitting on the sidelines that he had failed to alert me to this problem. He smiled and said the gentlemen had whistled. How would I know– I had my earbuds in my ears.

I always appreciate the other people on the track mid-mornings. There is an elderly man who walks with two canes and faithfully walks for exactly thirty minutes each morning. There is the 87 year old couple, not married, but who found each other and became sweethearts right on that track. He wears dapper outfits– often white pants and she wears equally elegant matching sports outfits and wears her hair in an upsweep. They walk arm in arm around the track and then sit out for a spell.

Today there was a sweet Down Syndrome young man walking, or maybe I should say dancing around the track. He was enjoying his music and didn’t see any reason not to share the joy with those around him. We waved each time I lapped him as he danced his way through the morning.

I left the club with 9500 steps under my belt and a smile on my face.