I am home in a puddle of sweat. I went to Virgin Active Wembley Square and learned to diski!! Most of the members of the packed gym were too shy to come and join in, but there were a few of us old tannies who gave it a go! It was fab. Makarapas off to Talia at the gym for getting it together and buying into the spirit of 2010 Fifa World Cup! A sexy young thing with all the moves, whistles and bouncy attitude gave instruction, and there was a proper lekker vibe. It totally got me to the gym today, and I’ll be back next Wednesday to do the header, table mountain and the laduma!
Tag: Virgin Active
Sometimes it works, having a big mouth and cheeky ideas. I suggested to my Virgin Active club that they should jump in with a bit of World Cup fever and get someone to give diski lessons to gym members. Lo and behold, at Hip Hop this morning the group exercise coordinator (no kidding, that’s her title) told me that she had indeed taken my idea and run with it. So, on Wednesday, at 18.15 I am going to gym to learn a few diski moves. I have to say, it’s the most impressed I’ve been with my gym, ever. That’s called listening and acting. And I think it is great that they’re buying in to the World Cup in such a simple, feel good way. Viva Virgin Active. See you for diski on Wednesday.
Who will teach me to diski dance? I keep seeing the ads all over TV, and it looks like the whole of South Africa has been having secret lessons. Now, I’m no dancer, it’s true, but I want to know the steps! I want to be able to break out in a queue. I want to ‘share’ in the excitement and enthusiasm and world cup fever in an entirely non-soccer way; I don’t care much for the beautiful game. I want to be inspired at PicknPoo. I want to diski down Darling Street!
Really, what is the whole point of having a special South African world cup dance if all it is is an advertising campaign? I put a suggestion in at Virgin Active that maybe they could find someone to teach the diski to us, but nobody responded to my suggestion. They probably didn’t take it out of the suggestion box. Along with my others, mainly complaining about the ubiquitous gym cockroaches. I give up with that idea. But, Virgin Active aside, where can we find someone to teach the thing? Anyone know?
I haven’t had a big, fat moan for ages, even though there has been quite a lot to whinge about. My car and Reeds Delta, for starters, and then the Gallows Hill (not called that for Nothing) traffic department. Eish.
But today I saw something at gym that literally blew my hair almost totally off my head. Let me start by saying that it is a constant source of irritation to me that Virgin Active gyms have become so ‘child friendly’. I cannot go to the gym in the afternoons, when all of Cape Town momhood are there with their offspring who are in the various stages of learning to swim. They run around the changerooms like fleas. They wee on the shower floors. Their damn nappies fill the bins. They bounce on the scale. Their mothers lapse into exhausted whining. I hate it.
Then there is the special playroom, with child minders to watch over small kids while mommies and/or daddies train and get a bit of ‘me’ time. I have always been relieved by the glass doors, and special button that needs to be pressed before the doors open. Those kids are at least safely locked in, and I can’t see or hear them.
So, back to today. I had just finished training and was on my way to the changeroom when a sexy young girl, barely out of her twenties crawled under the turnstile to get in to the gym. I noticed her because of that ‘g-string sticking out of the top of the jeans’ look that I am too old to understand. She didn’t have a tog bag or anything with her and she made her way to the kids’ playroom. I heard the crying as the door opened and she went inside to fetch her child. This mom had not been at the gym. She had been somewhere else entirely! But conveniently, she had left her child at the gym’s facilities while she went to do other stuff, not at the gym! I. Kid. You. Not. No pun intended. Shocked and disgusted is what I was.