Swimming

Yesterday we teamed up with one of Ellie's best friends for a play date. When his mom called and said, "Hey, ya want to go swimming? My gym has a pool." I thought, heck yeah my little fish love the water.

Now, I have a family membership to the YMCA. So, when the word gym was mentioned I envisioned a pool and facility like the Y. You know...concrete walls painted garish white, peeling paint here and there, and a locker room that teleports me back to middle school--bleech!

So I meet up with our friend and drive to her gym. I step out of the car and gasp. This paragon of all things fitness is...gi-NORMUS! Seriously, it's bigger than a Home Depot. Heck, it's probably bigger than two Home Depots. Then she points out the pool. I see (through the beautiful black iron fence) large umbrellas, waterslides over a couple stories high and a little mushroom thingy that rains water onto the kiddies. Man, we hit the mother load.

All I can say about this incredible facility is that it made me want to jump on a treadmill, do a little resistance training, swim some fast laps in the pool and finish it all off with a round of yoga and a nice Swedish massage. And folks, this is coming from the chick who thinks a leisurely stroll from Nordstrom to Starbucks in a climate-controlled mall is all the aerobic she needs.

Let's just say, the kids had a great time, I had a great time and as we left the building I dreamily devised an elaborate scheme involving pulleys and fruit snacks that would allow me to stow away in their beautiful, beautiful building. Come on, all I really need is one locker people. You'll never even notice I'm here.