To go ... or not to go ... that is the question?

I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to water aerobics ... but I'm sitting in here reading and writing ... oh, BTW ... I'm drinking a little coffee with my half and half and listening to some great country music on CMT. The Duck has gone to fly and golf .. won't be home until late .. so no 'conscience' to ask me about water aerobics or if I've done my physical therapy. Ooooh, I'd rather go back to bed ... I could even do some chores around here, if push came to shove ... but as much as I dread getting ready (sorry, but I won't go out of the house without eyebrows and lipstick!) I'm always so glad that I've gone to the pool. The DI (as in Drill Instructor who 'teaches' deep water aerobics) is relentless ... picture that scene in Cocoon, all the 'old' folks cavorting in the swimming pool ... or the scene in Titanic, all the bodies bobbing around in the icy water ... that pretty much tells you what we look and feel like. DI has us 'jogging' back and forth until we're actually perspiring (Ladies do not sweat!) We do push-ups, squats, jumping-jacks ... we work ..... and I always feel better afterward. But that's only the beginning of my workout ... in the locker room ... you scramble for a shower (you can forget about modesty here) you try to dry yourself without bumping the tush of other damp, worn out comrades, all while attempting not to fall on the slick floor because you forgot your shower shoes and THEN ... what should be an Olympic event ... try putting a bra on a damp body while maintaining your 'dignity' ... gotta run, don't want to be late!!!!