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To paraphrase Dr. Suess, “My blog, my blog, my blog, my blog!”After a month of faithful entries, I have had a long vacation.  It’s all the fault of the new gym in our neighborhood!  Holiday Sports! Hours I usually spend in front of my computer are now being frittered away in the pool waving dumb bells and on the “Easy Line,” doing circuit training.  

According to Ms. Ogawa, the fact that I believe regular exercise is having a ruinous effect on my lifestyle is a sign that the lifestyle was in serious need of regular exercise, so I guess I’ll continue to give into the urge to go. 

For those unacquainted with Bunko-cho (warmer than Lake Woebegone, but about as exciting), Holiday Sports is located on the property formerly occupied by the Torisen supermarket.  Torisen was so much a part of the neighborhood, that people will probably be giving directions twenty years from now, “You know, the place where Torisen used to be.”  The new gym has a lovely bath and even an outdoor bath.  I go and I love it, but every time I’m out there, I can’t make myself stop thinking about the fact that I am sitting naked in the (former) Torisen parking lot.   

Manna Frances spends hours a day there. Translators doubling as models have many more excuses to exercise than mere translators. She was loyal to the pool until she wandered up to the gym and found it fairly flowing with young male employees. 

My colleague, Pamela Uchida and I went for a spin around the facilities with her husband.  She loved it, but noting the number of young female employees, vowed never to let him go there alone. I don’t think I’d worry if I were her, but just to stay on the safe side, maybe the pool is the best place for him, too. Go to the pool and stay out of trouble. It’s getting late.  Time to hit the massage chairs once more.