The girl who got tangled in the yoga trapeze
My new gym opens today.
I am so excited, that I was dreaming about it. The dream was strange; I imagined that the place was like a labyrinth filled with little lounges, coffee bars and real places of libation and that I was running all over the place looking for exercise equipment. Never did find the two salt water pools they advertised.
I was glad to wake up from that dream.
The Athletic Club which opens today in Ottawa’s Trainyards appears to be not just any gym. It has yoga, hot and cold, something called gravity yoga which allows a person to perform all the yoga moves on some kind of trapeze. (Full disclosure: I have never tried yoga so I don’t know any of the terms)
There is something like 160 classes a person can take for free, so I’ll be on that for sure. What else? A full-service juice bar and a waterfall in the lobby. How West Edmonton Mall!
All for the low, low price of less than $48 a month per person!
We’ve had to sacrifice, though. To get the deal, we signed up back in the fall, hoping to get started in December, but construction delays have meant that our pork-filled asses have remained sitting for two and a half months. I know, I know. I could be skating on the canal or walking or skiing but I hate the cold.
So I’ve been playing Zelda.
My video days and nights are over. The time for swashbuckling on the high seas is gone.
Get me on that trapeze stat.
Do they have a maximum weight for those things?