Another High School Reunion looms my way. They keep having them, I can’t keep up. I’m too old, too tired, and too blind but! I’m excited to go. With a little bit of delusional thinking and some Spanx, I am Joan on Mad Men. So I am going to my gym to whip up a bit, Mayfair Lakeshore Racquet Club (and I am linking to their website with WARNING: you have to promise to put the sound off on your computer because they have the most obnoxious song that will you scare half to death…turn it down now…okay…here is the link). They have a lot of group fitness classes that are actually fun, morning classes alone: Bootcamp on Monday with Jeff ( this class is gay dancing with dumb bells, or dumb dancing with gay bells, but it is highly entertaining, trust me) , Body Sculpt with Jen (slightly scarey but effective, ahe puts the F U into Fun) on Wednesday which competes with Spinning with Amy ( a big dilemma, Amy does freelance bootcamp classes all over Toronto and she is THE best, drop her a line and find out where and when: firstname.lastname@example.org) , Spinning and Group Power with Tanya on Friday, Spinning with Sandy(brilliant and inspiring) and Yoga with David(my own personal guru) on Thursdays. And much more at different times so you can never really get bored. And if the whole high school “ennui” sets in and if you need a proverbial cig break with the lunch ladies at recess, there is a spa with full services and in the regular change room: a hot tub with jets so powerful, Dwayne Johnson springs to mind:
Yes, an active imagination and high falutin`fantasy have been propelling me in my forties…oh, and wine also!