Gym'll fix it

Hello lovely ones and how are you today? Me? I'm fine (terrible phrase that I try to stop my students from using - not because it's wrong but because it's sooo booooring). I've been feeling my age recently (and it's 72) - not nice and not helped by a ten year old mattress with no support, oh my aching hips!

Before I came out here, back in the good old UK, I was a bit of a gym bunny (well nicely mature rabbit, but anyway). I went four, five, sometimes six times a week - and it felt goooood!

I came out here with a list of gyms that do the same classes and the strong intention of joining one of them. HUH! Has that happened? Do I go to the gym regularly? Do I heck as like! At first I didn't join a gym because I didn't know my timetable and experience has shown me that my timetable will always (and I mean always) clash with whatever I want to do in my personal life. So I held off for a few weeks.

Then I didn't join because I was sooo busy coming to terms with my teaching schedule, my classes, my students and life in BsAs in general. I kept looking at gym timetables and kept finding that they hold their classes when I am teaching (which makes sense - we both work when our customers aren't).

Finally, last week I thought I'd found a gym, close to where I live, that has classes when I'm available. In I go and in my bestest spanglish enquire about the prices etc. Ten minutes later I'm out on the pavement reeling with shock. The monthly charge was 10% of my income.

So, following the powercut, I've taken to walking up the stairs at home. Not all seven storeys (fourteen flights) at once, no. This week I'm getting off the lift on the sixth floor and walking up two flights, next week I'll get off on the fifth etc. etc. It isn't much but it's something and in the meantime the search for gym nirvana continues.