After 2 months in South Korea of no exercise (and the 6 months prior to that in Glasgow if I am being honest), we decided to join a local gym in Pohang. Corey and Paul were already members and my thought was that if friends went to then it would give me more motivation. Hhhhmmmm.
Anyway, it’s a small little gym and definitely not as high class as Virgin or Greens but it has treadmills, bikes, plenty of weights and an area for doing abs work so it was all we needed. They also offered exercise classes for an extra 15 pounds a month so I decided to sign up. The first night went pretty well and we both felt much better for having done some physical exercise!
On night number two, me and Corey got cajoled into attending the “aerobics” class the runs Monday to Friday from 7pm til 8pm. Corey warned me about this particular class as she had watched it before and found it very amusing. But the problem is in Korea that it’s very difficult to say no when someone asks you to do something – partly due to the language barrier and partly due to the kindness of the Korean people. So, we were introduced to the aerobic instructor, in all her shiny dance tight and leg warmer glory and we began our first class. I have to say, I have never laughed so much during exercise in my whole life. It was basically a crotch thrusting class with arm movements, some which made it look like you were masturbating a massive penis (sorry Mum, but it did). The music was the hardest, fastest Korean happy hardcore techno ever. Trying to hide our laughter, we attempted to get involved in the class but it was the longest/shortest hour of my life. To add to the humility, Paul and Garry were outside the studio watching us the whole time.
That was the first and last Korean aerobics class I will ever attend. Body Attack, come back, all is forgiven! However, we had been told that in Korea if you start attending a club/class/group and are introduced to the coach/instructor/leader then you should think seriously as it is rude to stop attending. So, for the following few nights we decided to go for a 5 mile run down the beach and head back to the gym for after 7pm to do some weight and abs work and hopefully never be asked to attend again. This kind of worked but it was a bit embarrassing.
The video below is similar to our experience, except there was a lot more thrusting in ours and more spandex!
Outdoor exercise for me from now on!
Anyway, it’s a small little gym and definitely not as high class as Virgin or Greens but it has treadmills, bikes, plenty of weights and an area for doing abs work so it was all we needed. They also offered exercise classes for an extra 15 pounds a month so I decided to sign up. The first night went pretty well and we both felt much better for having done some physical exercise!
On night number two, me and Corey got cajoled into attending the “aerobics” class the runs Monday to Friday from 7pm til 8pm. Corey warned me about this particular class as she had watched it before and found it very amusing. But the problem is in Korea that it’s very difficult to say no when someone asks you to do something – partly due to the language barrier and partly due to the kindness of the Korean people. So, we were introduced to the aerobic instructor, in all her shiny dance tight and leg warmer glory and we began our first class. I have to say, I have never laughed so much during exercise in my whole life. It was basically a crotch thrusting class with arm movements, some which made it look like you were masturbating a massive penis (sorry Mum, but it did). The music was the hardest, fastest Korean happy hardcore techno ever. Trying to hide our laughter, we attempted to get involved in the class but it was the longest/shortest hour of my life. To add to the humility, Paul and Garry were outside the studio watching us the whole time.
That was the first and last Korean aerobics class I will ever attend. Body Attack, come back, all is forgiven! However, we had been told that in Korea if you start attending a club/class/group and are introduced to the coach/instructor/leader then you should think seriously as it is rude to stop attending. So, for the following few nights we decided to go for a 5 mile run down the beach and head back to the gym for after 7pm to do some weight and abs work and hopefully never be asked to attend again. This kind of worked but it was a bit embarrassing.
The video below is similar to our experience, except there was a lot more thrusting in ours and more spandex!
Outdoor exercise for me from now on!
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