This morning, after 45 minutes of Zumba class, I was standing underneath one of the overhead fans trying to cool down a little before I ventured back into the women’s shower area.
Most of the time they keep it pretty chilly in there but sometimes something has gone awry with the venting system and it feels like a tropical rainforest.
When that happens I swear I can hear poisonous tree frogs croaking, although it may only be the elderly lady in the next stall humming a tune from “Pat Boone’s Greatest Hits.”
As I stood under the blessed coolness of the fan, my Zumba instructor came up to me and said, “I just have to tell you. You have the nicest legs! I wish mine looked like yours.”
Whoa! This from the woman that all of us older gals would trade our left nipple to look like—tall, thin, long-waisted, perfectly proportioned, and she’s had four kids.
She asked me if I would mind telling her my age, and I don’t mind, so I told her– “I’m 65.”
She’s 34.
Made my freakin’ day.
I Tried Being Tasteful... 
You Go Girl!
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Thanks! Genetics has a lot to do with it, for sure, and I told her that. But I also said it takes some work to keep it all from “going south.” ha
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I love that quote! Never heard it before. Great post.
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That quote is pretty great, isn’t it? Seems apropos for the situation too!
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THAT is fantastic! 🙂
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Makes having to listen to Pat Boone’s greatest hits worth it. 🙂
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On the compliment rate-o-meter that one scores a 10 — like this post!
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At my age, I would have settled for a 5.8!
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Get out those “Daisy Dukes”, girlfriend! Rock ’em if you got ’em!
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Well, I was wearing my Nike running shorts—close enough!
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Love it! I am 64 also and no one is going to compliment my legs, but I do try to make the effort. Occasionally, anyway. I went to the gym yesterday to try a “free” personal training session. Excellent trainer, excellent workout – sore and tired me.
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Good for you—keep at it. I’ve been going to our Wellness Center for a little over a year now and when I miss a few days (like last week when I had a cold) I can tell the difference. Taking the Zumba class has been great, too, because you have that extra motivation from the instructor and the other people in the class. We have all ages—from teens to a few in their early seventies.
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great feeling isn’t it?…
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Put a spring in my step, that’s for sure. 🙂
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Well, for goodness’ sakes, put ’em out there, Girl! Right across your header would be a good spot.
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Well, there ARE legs in my header—just not mine!
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I like a woman with spirit. I like a woman who can string more than two words together. Zumba sounds a wee bit frantic for my liking. Two out of three aint bad!
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Thanks, Chef! Frantic maybe, but fun. Right now, in honor of Hallowe’en, we’re doing routines to Michael Jackson’s “Thriller” and “Let’s Do the Time Warp Again” from “The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”
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Glad it made YOUR day Texas – it frackin’ RUINDED mine! (not your fault actually, I made the mistake of looking in a full length mirror after shower this morning. Not a thing I recommend.)
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I avoid the full length mirror naked view too. And I learned the hard way not to look down into a hand mirror while applying makeup. Sharpei, anyone?
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I liked that (and am having fun reading a few of your posts having wandered in here via the blog list at Knatolee’s Place, where I loiter quite regularly).
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Thanks for visiting! I don’t have as many interesting critters as Knatolee does, but you’re certainly welcome to loiter. 🙂
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