Movida. I'm moderately obsessed with my Frenchie gym here in Toulouse. They have all sorts of fitness classes (that I don't understand), high-energy (and not bad looking) instructors, and most importantly, treadmills! Most importantly, I say, because with the wintery weather in Toulouse also comes almost unbearable winds, making running outdoors less than desirable. Running is a crucial aspect of training for my next fitness adventure, considering I'm running another half-marathon. In March. In Paris. Ah! The secret's out. Now that I've publicly declared this commitment to the inter-webs, I better actually get my butt in gear. Maybe tomorrow...
on to the next one...
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