There are workouts everywhere.
Sure, I took a nice run through the almost humid and heavy air. And a swim that made my limbs feel lengthy, my body feel long, and lungs feel limber. Too often, I discount the other parts of my day that make up a workout. Take today. My afternoon was spent with an old friend, under the fury-fire of matter we call the sun, and above the minute matter we tend to speak of as sand. And what activity did we engage in? The ocean.
I may, perhaps, be a bit timid when it comes to waves that curl over my head. The physics of the salty water that covers so much of this planet is a bit confuzzling to me. How it sweeps over the shore again and again, how it varies in size, in shape, in color, in temperature. When it comes to moving water, I am hesistant, as one should be with uncontrollable forces of nature.
The impromptu lesson, from my unsuspecting teacher, was how to duck under a wave. And let me tell you, that is a cardio workout if I’ve ever had one. Wave after wave of temperate water, in a variety of heights, hurling themselves at you like ninja stars towards my body, and it’s duck or be taken down without a say in the matter. So very quickly, over and over, I’m diving under water foaming like a rabid raccoon that is lurking in the shadows, waiting to pounce.
Do this more than three times, and and I promise (cross my heart and hope to die), that you’ll find yourself panting for air as sunscreen tears the first layer up from your eyes. And the best/worst part? You can’t stop until the set is over, unless you want to get pummeled into the rocky bottom of the beach.
I recommend sitting in the surf when you finally clamber in like a legless crab.