the thin line between optimism and delusion…

One of my day dreams is that I am famous and part of my job is to be in terrific shape.  I don’t want to be famous, I just want "working out" to be in my job description to a point where I could justify devoting a great deal of time and money to my workout.  For some reason the only job I can come up with that would allow me to do this is being famous.  I don’t want to be required to train for a sporting event.  I want to work out for the sheer purpose of looking great. 

I would own a gym that would have lots of trampolines, round ones, long tumble track ones, bouncy ones, taunt ones.  And they would all be in the floor.  And mats all over the place.  I would also have a big padded floor with a mirror in the middle.  Basically I would have my own gymnastic training center, but it would used exclusively for tumbling, bouncing, and stretching.  We might have some treadmills, but probably not.  Since this is my fantasy, the training facility would be situated next to some wooded trails on rolling hills.  And if I’m really feeling rich in my dream, at least one side of my gym/warehouse would open up like a garage door, revealing said woods, you know, for pretty days in the fall and spring, or even summer depending on where my fantasy is located.  Sometimes is it Georgia, sometimes Colorado.  Sometimes elsewhere. 

Since I’m rich and famous, I would have a couple of people who worked for me, probably part time, but maybe full time.  I would want a tumbling coach, nothing too fancy, I don’t want to do crazy things, but just someone to watch and offer suggestions and help.  Maybe bounce on the trampoline with me. 

Oh, and there would be a sweet stereo system that blasted lots of fun music.  People could bring their iPods. 

I would also have a yoga instructor on staff.  Once again, I don’t need the best in the land, I would be happy with a college student who taught yoga on the side.  My roomie in college, Betsy,  was (is)  an aerobics instructor and she could kick my butt all day long. 

I would want my friends to come work out with me.  I get bored by myself.  It could be lots of fun. 

I would have a poweraid fountain, and lots of luna bars and pria bars and fresh fruits. 

And those big fans.  And shoes would be prohibited, along with cell phones. 

We would do handstands and backflips to our heart’s content. 

It would go something like this –