The fanatics are on the stair-climbers. The exhibitionists drift to the weights. A cross-section goes for the treadmill machines. A few loons are rowing.
The geezers are in the pool.
Years ago, after a doctor told me that my knees would not take more jogging. I eagerly seized on that advice, having never experienced the mythological "runner's high." Rather than choosing some less-jarring exercise, of course, I headed for the chair.
Not a good choice.
Swimming has many virtues but the main one is that when it is done methodically and patiently, it does not scream "Exercise." The splash and feel of the water and the exploration of technique don't produce the sense of torture that accompanies so many other physical endeavors. You leave the pool tired but refreshed.
The exercise itself, not any post-exercise state of superiority, is the high. Not a bad choice at all.
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