You would think with my Los Angeles life, I would be fit and fabulous. There are so many choices when it comes to fitness.
I can climb mountains, hike rugged trails, swim the ocean blue, jog, run cycle.
Name it and I can do it.
But I don’t.
Being in Paris again reminded me of what I am missing.
Fitness as a random activity.
Walking because I am going somewhere.
Cycling because I am going somewhere.
Climbing because my apartment building has no lift.
The trouble with Los Angeles is fitness is intentional and that gets on my nerves.
I don’t want to have to focus on fitness.
I don’t want to have to dress for a workout.
I want to be fit by virtue of what it takes to live in my environment.
I want to consume bread, cheese and wine without considering the caloric repercussions.
I want the fitness level I had in NYC, but minus the stress.
I think I know the perfect place.