working out in america

I finally got around to signing up for the gym back here in the good ole USofA. Last night was the first class I took.

Here are some differences I noticed right from the start:

The gym is spotlessly clean. I am talking operation room sanitation. At least cleaner than I imagine most Ugandan operating rooms to be.

There is a locker room with actual lockers with key coded locks, plenty of working showers and toilets a private clean (chlorinated) Jacuzzi, sauna and steam room although the last two are not necessary on the equator since many days feel like a sauna and sometimes I steam room.

When you can actually understand what the instructor is saying it can be more confusing than when you’ve got no clue.

Air conditioning kind of sucks when you are working out. So ok I might have complained about my crazy step-kick boxing-aerobic class being so hot that I wanted to pass out and, almost did a couple of times, but got really cold sweating under all that cold air I don’t even know why I took off my hoodie!!

There are no mosquitoes buzzing around your head at least not at the Spectrum.

The class is full of very tiny and coordinated people. Now I am the one who looks like I am having a spastic fit. I might just wear an insanely mismatched outfit with loafers just to be “that girl” the next time.

I am pretty sure there was a group of cheerleaders or ex-cheerleaders, yeah the peppy kind, chanting in the front left corner.

All in all I am happy to be back in the ultra clean highly organized society here but sometimes I get a little nostalgic for my other home and I can not help chuckling.