I went to a Chinese gym today – all good except i was too tall for some of the equipment, and the scale only went up to 120 kilos. And when I complained that the music they were playing was far too gay, they changed it from “Jackie Chan sings Air Supply” to the BackStreet Boys. What an improvement. I spent the rest of my workout cringing.
And you’ll be happy to know that Jazzercise is still alive and well over here.