Cameraphone shot, westbound along the Gardiner Expressway.
This is going to sound utterly crazy, but this afternoon was the first time in the 6.5 months I’ve been living in this apartment that I’ve used the swimming pool and hot tub*. Jez used the gym and Berit and Justine used the pool when they were visiting in August, but I never joined them. Today I had the whole facility to myself, and it was heavenly. I started off in the hot tub and after some time in the pool a guy showed up to do laps, and that was all.
The gym (which is adjacent to a mini theatre room) was also empty, and I took a closer look at the machinery. I used to be a gym rat, but it seems like a lifetime ago now. The equipment is state-of-the-art, with a TV monitor at one end. Maybe I can talk myself back into the gym.
I can’t fully articulate why I haven’t used the amenities in this building, other than saying that grief can and will disconnect a person from the outside world, even if the outside world is in the same building. It’s a powerful emotion. I’ve also learned that forcing yourself to engage in activity before you feel comfortable can backfire, pushing the enjoyment further away. But this afternoon when I decided to finally go downstairs, it was with a renewed sense of vigour I hadn’t felt in a long time. This is hopeful.
Maybe winter in Toronto won’t seem quite as cold with a hot tub downstairs.
* Gigi’s Papa has lived here for THREE years and never used any of the amenities!
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