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Stronger Than Yesterday

When I lived in Belfast, I was kinda addicted to the gym.

I say kinda because it was in a can't-go-out-Friday-till-I've-pumped-it-up type of way as opposed to training-for-the-next-body-building-championship type of way.

I fell in love with Body Pump, a class dedicated to pump *clap* you up. (SNL? Anyone? Am I dating myself here?).

I always just felt so strong after a class and, as D could attest to, frequently walked around the house, checking out my biceps and asking him, REPEATLY to 'feel them, come on, feel how HUGE I am'.

I was glad to hear that in Korea, they had gyms. When I arrived, I realised the Koreans have a little obsession of their own with fitness and that maybe I would fit in just fine here.

They enjoy being healthy SO MUCH that in parks, there are actually OUTDOOR WEIGHT MACHINES. I mean, this is genuis! Run around the park AND get in your weight training all FOR FREE.

Alas, the gym I joined did not have a Body Pump class. So I was stuck singing the songs in my head and doing the routine in the 'grunting section' of the gym near the weights.

Until last night.

Korea E starting going to a Body Pump class at her gym and I tagged along last night.

It felt awesome. Amazing. Draining. Body Pumpish. Just good.

I'm ready to kick some ass. Just in time for my birthday.

(Reference 3 for those of you paying attention!!..)


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