SHAPES is the name of the new "Ladies" only gym in Kak. It boasts many new fangled pieces of equipment and the ladies of Kak are queuing to gain membership. Apparently one sets out at speed at instrument of torture No 1, and works ones way through to instrument of torture no 6, all in the space of half an hour!
Since I qualify hugely on account of my fulsome shape, I am quite sure they would greet me with open arms, but I have historically struggled with the very idea of Gyms, and the thought of an all ladies gym fills me with great trepidation.
I was introduced to the lady who had opened it last Thursday night at Willams birthday "Sun downer celebration", she said "You will love it." [Of course she would say that!]
But I am rather aware of how much I am lacking exercise, my increasingly adventurous dog walks seem to be having great effect of Bongo, rather less on Bee and even less on me.
So I am in two minds whether to go and have a trail session. Even the thought of it makes me groan. It's not really the machines, it's the interaction with other members, so if I go, I shall put on my black cat suit, scrape my hair back and to all intents and purposes go as a senior "Lara Croft", Daring doo but incredibly unsociable.
Incidentally Jessie they have municipal shower facilities. Which I most definitely will not be availing myself of, and shall return in a disgusting condition to the privacy of the farm for my shower. If I go at all!
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2 comments:
"Shapes" sounds like a lot of work and not half as much fun as walking the dogs and taking pictures along the way!
Gerry
Gerry, you are a girl after my own heart!
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