It’s only Tuesday, but I’ve already been to the gym twice this week. If you do the math, that means I’ve been TWO DAYS IN A ROW, something that has happened approximately never before in my life. Yesterday I went on the treadmill. It’s the only piece of equipment I trust myself to use without worrying that I might break it. After all, I was told on my personal tour of the gym that each piece of exercise equipment is less than two months old, so I would hate to be the person who makes the purchase of another expensive heart-strengthening/muscle-tightening/leg-stretching apparatus necessary. Especially after I was told I couldn’t have a calendar of events for the month of March because they’re too poor to afford paper.

A very interesting thing happened while I was walking to the locker room. A large group of soldiers were standing where I was trying to walk and one of them finally noticed. He looked around, started waving his arms and loudly announced, “Female! Female!” They parted like the Red Sea. I felt so important. The fact that a general was holding a ceremony at the gym while I was there proved without a shadow of a doubt that this gym is nothing like a YMCA back home.

Today I went to a new Zumba class. It was my first time doing Zumba in front of a mirror and, while I strategically placed myself in the back row, I saw enough to know that the below picture is very very true.