I was never the gym kinda person. I can not begin to understand why people would choose a hotel according to the quality of their gym premises. Don’t get me wrong. I would love to be one of them. I have complete and utter respect for them. I am just NOT the JYM TYPE, ok?
In my previous life I did all of the above at a sufficient frequency to keep me in shape and happy. Nowadays, the frequency and quality of the above has reduced considerably. Let me give you a few examples:
- Swimming no longer means actually snorkelling with N. in the sea with the purpose of finding beautiful shells (unless we have the luxury of a two-day summer getaway). Swimming means trying not to drown whilst both my children fight over who has the privilege to stay longer in my arms and ride on my back.
- I play tennis with N. when either my mother in law (she has moved 45 minutes away from us) or my mother (she is temporarily residing in Germany) come to stay with the kids so we can go and play for one hour. Let’s not forget the importance of good weather as almost all tennis courts are open air in Greece. It should not be too windy (to avoid being blown away), not too cold (you don’t want to freeze to death), not too rainy (no one enjoys playing tennis when soaking wet) and not too hot (ending up in an E.R. from a heat stroke). Which leaves us with how many times a year?? You do the math.
- I snowboard with N. when either one of our mothers is willing to sit with our kids all day long and the snow is fresh in the mountains. That means that N. has to take the day of, as we both hate wasting our precious (children-less) time waiting at endless lift cues which occur on the weekends, and that both children have to be healthy. In winter time. I rest my case.