The way they spoke about Italian cookies made me want to weep. I spent my afternoon prepping literature for the Camp Putnam brunch, and perhaps unwisely, I tuned into the Blood, Bones and Butter audio book during my run. Needless to say, I had worked up a heck of an appetite, and there they were – two sweet ladies in the locker room, torturing me with talk of the perfect anisette dough and other tantalizing baker’s secrets.
Here lies another example of what makes Worcester Fitness my gym of choice – there is a common mantra that life’s pleasures are always acceptable in moderation. And, despite my sudden ravenous craving for pizelles, I love that in a sea of gyms who aim to keep you thin at any cost, Worcester Fitness remains a gym who aims to keep you healthy and happy. After all, the two go hand in hand.