Every woman in the gym uses this. It is supposed to rub the fat away! I'm not sure about that but it feels good after a workout and it can't hurt! The other difference is the hours: Monday to Friday 9:00 to 14:00 and 15:30-20:00; closed on the weekends. Note the closing for lunch every day. The timing is different from the rest of the city, allowing women to come during their lunch hours but still giving Ludovic time for his. So far, he says, they have not had much demand for weekend opening.
Like most gyms in Toronto, the Women Fitness members are a diverse group: young and old, working and retired, single and in relationships. They also come in many different shapes and sizes. Some are there to lose weight, others to do what they call 'le sport'. This expression may support Mireille Guiliano if going to this type of gym qualifies as sport! They are a friendly group and I have had some interesting chats as we exercise together. Laurent has now returned to Blois where he runs the club there and Ludovic, Ludo for short, is now the 'responsable' for this branch. He is a charming and thoughtful young man. He knows everyone's name and makes it his business to greet us as we arrive. He supervises the gym, gives consultations and encourages us all as we sweat away on the machines: "Allez, allez!", he calls out, clapping his hands in time to the music. The club was flooded during the big storm and was closed for a week. The day it reopened was International Women's Day and Ludo had roses, each one wrapped and tied with a ribbon, for everyone who came that day. Altogether, I am enjoying this French gym experience.
The only successful gym experiences in my life have been ones in which the gym was very close to home or work, where getting there was not an effort. Going to Women Fitness, even in the cold or rain, is a delight. I will so miss this walk when we leave La Rochelle. I set out from home and head down the street towards the market, through the Arsenal that used to house the army and now houses some of the city government as well as a parking lot for the public and for the rental bicycles and electric cars owned by the city.
I cross the canal and head around the lake. On the other side of the lake, you can see part of the old city wall.
On my way back, I often go up the Rue St. Nicholas. This area dates from the 12th century. It was, for a long time, the disreputable haunt of sailors. Our friend, Valérie was not allowed near there as a young girl! It is now full of boutiques, restaurants and bars. It is a narrow cobbled street and I like using it for the view of the city that suddenly appears at its end.
I know I will go back to exercising with Norma at the East York Community Centre and that I will enjoy it. But I will miss Ludo and the Women Fitness women. And I will crave the beauty of this walk through La Rochelle.
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