In Africa, I tried to use buckets of water, bricks, and other things to create a homemade weight room, but it just never really interested me like going to a gym. When I first arrived in my Chinese city, I tried to find a gym. I found one place where all the weights were shoved into a corner with cobwebs. Then as the city grew, as more fast food chicken restaurants, coffee shops, and pizza joints opened, yoga classes and gyms also started popping up; however, they were expensive, about 1/3rd of my living allowance per month. I couldn't afford to go to the gym.
Guess what!
Today I got a free membership to a new gym in town.
It is awesome!
I am ecstatic!
There are tons of free weights and machines. They also have evening classes that I can attend for free: yoga, spinning, kickboxing, belly dancing, step aerobics, core training, and jazz dance. I am so excited. Today I went to the gym twice, once for weight lifting and the second time for a yoga class. In the weight room, I felt super macho as many of the puny guys were lifting half of what I used to be able to lift back in Seattle. In the yoga class, I felt huge, a chest of muscle, compared to the tiny narrow wasted, flat, skinny armed women. I don't care though! I am SOOOO happy to have received a free gym membership.
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i can see the smile on your face as you think of the gym that's going to get you through many poop days in China! yay !
And crazy that your city gentrified itself like that in just 3 years! wild.
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