I’ve become quite aware of what I like in a gym. A variety of classes, solid equipment, a spacious free-weights area, grunt-free zones, clean showers. Oh, and good looking staff members help too… you know, just the basics.
But I scrunched up my check list and threw it out the window when I walked into my new gym… a drinks fridge with Heineken and Tiger beer? Oh hell yes! Where do I sign up?!
One of the perks of going to the gym is all the cute boys.
Like this little fella – he’s a demon on the squash court!
No sooner had I posted Roll Call about the Australian brood, when my peeps from across the Pacific chimed in with their own China-inspired story…
My sister-in-law (Kai’s sister) posted this on my Facebook about my gorgeous four year-old nephew:
Poor Henry. I felt terrible! I don’t mind being Crazy Shan or Silly Shan, but Scary Shan? I don’t want to be that person. Of course my response was that I would never hurt him because I love him far too much.
And what good luck that the Seattle Crew will be in town when I return to Oz in October.
Bring. It. On!