#35 Donate blood
Yesterday was a bloody adventure: I went to the blood donation clinic with @JSaggau in Vancouver.
I hadn’t donated before, so I was a little bit anxious. I had no idea how I was going to react to seeing my blood being pumped out of me.
Over a year ago I’d tried to donate with another friend, but I had been to Mexico within the past six months, and that meant that I could have had malaria in my system.
But trying to go before proved to not be a complete waste of time: All of my information was still on file which sped up my second attempt at donating.
I am pretty proud of myself for going.
I’ve never been afraid of needles or blood, but it’s a little surreal to see your own blood flowing out of your arm.
Regardless, I didn’t faint, puke, cry or even break a sweat.
And not only did I get to cross something off of my 10 year list, but the pint of blood I donated will help to save others’ lives.
8 down, 93 to go.
My family and I have travelled to Mexico three separate times over the years, and each time we’ve stayed at an amazing resort in Playa Del Carmen, metres away from the turquoise blue Caribbean.
The hotel is all-inclusive, and because it is family friendly, there are lots of activities for all ages.
The most well-known of said activities is the water arobics class.
At a specific time each day, the Activities Crew would walk along the rows of palapas and lawn chairs shouting “Water Aerobics? Anyone! Water Aerobics?”
My sister and I tried it out once; my uncle was much more enthusiastic than either of us.
It was strenuous and a little embarrassing as we splashed in the pool to salsa music, surrounded by amused vacationers.
I miss Mexico dearly and would love to go back again this year.
But in the mean time, I decided to go to the South Surrey drop-in water aerobics class this morning.
Now, to understand the humour in my little adventure, it is imperative that you know that the majority of White Rock/South Surrey residents are over the age of 65.
On with the story.
I showed up at a quarter to eight with a few other friends to this Aquacize class and lo and behold, we are outnumbered five-to-one by bikini and Speedo wearing seniors.
What made the situation even funnier was that they were totally kicking our butts!
After 45 minutes of rigorous cardio, I stumbled off to the locker rooms to change.
I honestly had a blast, although I would much rather swim in a pool at a tropical resort with people my own age.
Next week, bingo and lawn bowling. (The less skin showing, the better.)