WAC and me

WAC is the abbreviation for West Loop Athletic Club. I have a love/hate relationship with this gym. I love that it has excellent childcare. I hate to exercise. They have no coffee bar or massage parlor on site, so I am forced to pretend to exercise. Luckily, they have those fancy treadmills with cable tv attached to them. I can walk at a snail's pace AND watch E! True Hollywood Story. Love that. Then, if they're not hunting me down, telling me that Harry needs to feed (just b/c he's raging does not mean he's hungry. But try telling that to frazzled, underpaid childcare providers), I slip back in the locker room for a shower. A real shower!!!! I don't think I "work out" often or hard enough to actually burn any calories, but I continue to go. The real workout is getting the kids dressed, down the stairs, into the car, then back. I swear I burn ten times as many calories doing this part. But I love walking into a place that smells like chlorine, greeted by people who pretend to know me and are glad to see me. I then drop the kiddos off and callously turn on my heels while they wail and protest and pretend to miss me. Who would have thought having children would force me to consider "working out" to be "me time"? Doesn't matter. All I know is that I get to go the bathroom without negotiating who gets to flush and how many times, and I get to shower without straining to hear who's crying. Oh, and I get to hear about how Mary Kate and Ashley were bazillionaires by the time they were ten. Good stuff.