So, there are many wonderful things about London so far.
For example, the kettles boil water for tea in literally 30 seconds. It's ridiculous that this technology exists here, but not in North America. I love it. I have also purchased a teapot, so I can boil it quickly, then refill my cup over the next hour or two. (Mom has promised to make me a tea cosy, so in the meantime, I use a dishtowel. Which is probably simply not done. Note to self: only invite expats over for tea.)
Oh yes! There are super-fun workout stations at lots of parks. Now that I know better, I can call them by their proper name: Trim Trails (such fun!). There was a trim trail looping around behind the Nepean Sportsplex when I was little, and it was fun to do as a kid. As an adult, I have discovered that I am far heavier than a child (ok, I am somewhat heavier) and thus enjoy these body-weight exercises proportionally less.
But, as gym memberships are very expensive (the cheapest I've found so far is £49*, and I'm proud to say that I think I held my poker face quite well when I got a quote from Virgin Active for £93 per month**), and I don't have all my ducks in a row yet to have my Canadian certifications recognized, I have been slumming it out in the open.
Now, I'd heard of the Primrose Hill Set, a very posh and famous group of people who sat on the hill in the 90s, but imagine my delight to discover that it's a 10-minute run from my flat, and also incorporates an amazing dog park, clean public washrooms and a fantastic trim trail! I sussed it out one Sunday with the kids, and ran back on the Monday morning, to do a proper workout.
I was the least fit person there, by a landslide, and worked harder than I ever have (sorry, @StadiumWorkout, you don't even come close) to just barely struggle through a few reps at each station...and paid for it for three days after. I'm not exaggerating: these are, seriously, my fellow participants.
So far, I am Not Enjoying It At All, especially on rainy days*** when my already poor grip strength is absolutely nonexistent. Or at the finishing move of the workout, which involves me
After all, as they say, "whatever doesn't kill me will make me stronger."
However, as I like to point out, OR it will kill me.
Fun fact: I walk up and down High Street almost daily, and hang out on the Hill (at the bottom of the hill, or at the top for an instant, gasping and aching), but I am getting very tired of being mistaken for Kate Moss. Or would be, if anyone had ever mistaken me for someone exactly a foot taller and startlingly good-looking, which they possibly haven't yet.
Hey, it could happen.
* Thanks for the keyboard tip, Jolene!
** For example, I didn't splutter, "Don't you know who I AM? Shouldn't YOU be paying ME to be here?" See? Poker face.
*** Most days are rainy days.