24 Hour Fitness opened a new sports center kinda in our neighborhood, which is a good thing because it means they are closing the dark, broken down old 24 Hour Fitness that smelled of bad breath. Aside from the all-brand-new equipment, nice lighting and big windows and a noticeable lack of halitosis, the bestest part is that they have conveniently scheduled pilates classes on Tuesday evenings. Yea! I haven't found a pilates class around here that had a good time since they moved our office from Downtown Portland to suburban Vantuckey over 2 years ago, so the words "core" and "strength" do not exactly go together in my immediate vicinity. All that was going to change starting tonight until it all came to a screeching halt since the Roommate contracted the plague. He's my exercise class buddy because I don't like to go to exercise classes by myself and he was the only person in the world who could have talked me into the Nazi Death Camp class at our old gym. I like having someone there I know, who can give me encouragement and motivation but most of all-----someone I can make fun of everyone else with, because let's face it, if you can't make fun of classmates, what good are they? So I was thinking of putting off the pilates class until the Roommate has the strength to fall out of his death bead but I'm sure I could really use the "core strength" in my tight red dress this weekend. Plus the more time I hang around the germ infested house the more likely it is I'll catch the plague, and I think I've already been plenty sick this winter.
See, going to the gym IS healthy! I wonder if I can rent a room there?

Bet'cha I still blow off the gym tonight, though.