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| Topic Started: Monday, 22. September 2014, 16:27 (145 Views) | |
| Tsar Ilya the First | Monday, 22. September 2014, 16:27 Post #1 |
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Tottenham Green Leisure Center; the pride of North East Harringey. A massive building that hosts a great gym, a fantastic library, several meeting rooms, huge dance classes and three swimming pools. Since its opening some few years ago, people in the neighborhood have been pumping out their chests, proud to feel that their area is becoming less and less dangerous, and more family oriented. Around half past nine, most classes are over, the gym is already closed, as it is the library. The whole building is about to say good night and go to sleep. Except for the swimming pools. Those close later. The biggest one, called the 'Olympic' one, is nearly empty, excepting two ladies who are just chilling out on the border. The middle one, placed in a different room, is closed. A group of eleven middle aged women and one small Filipino man are gathered in the small swimming pool, just beside the 'Olympic' one. The Filipino man is out of the water, moving across the edge and posing in strange postures, while some chill out music fills the huge space. The eleven women follow his movements and try to emulate him in the water. It's a Poolates class. Like Pilates, but in a pool. Apart from the eleven students, the teacher and the two ladies who are talking in the big swimming pool, the only living soul in the building is the night guard, who couldn't sleep all day because his mother and his sister have come visiting him from Nottingham these last few days. He is peacefully sleeping in the reception area, drooling over some fitness magazine. Chad, the teacher, is a certified Pilates instructor, and is practicing this aquatic variety without the necessary license. He really doesn't care much about that; he used to be a Salsa dancer in his youth, and he knows how to take care of his students' bodies without damaging them. The students, most of them mothers of too many kids, use this nightly hour to disconnect from their families. When their kids finally get hooked on the telly, they run away, seeking some moments of peace and female bonding. All of them are surprisingly fit, considering their ages and career choices. Never underestimate how powerful the need of escaping one's life can be when it comes to getting fit. The remaining two ladies, the ones who don't practice Poolates, go there every single night. They tell their families they go to have a swim, put on their swimming attire, cap and glasses included, and then they spend a whole hour floating and gossiping with each other. Every single day. The large windows of the massive room that hosts the two swimming pools are covered. The employees of the Center close the huge blinds every night. Nobody understands why, as the glasses are all very thick. But they are closed. The parking, just outside, is empty. Just a couple of cars, from neighbors who don't want to pay the required taxation. Everybody knows that those cars will be eventually towed away; it's just a matter of time. All in all, it is another peaceful night in Tottenham Green Leisure Centre, the pride of North East Harringey, the symbol of the transformation and regeneration of a whole area of North London. |
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