Since I'm pretty back on the schedule, I've decided to skip the last two weeks and talk about the present. Don't worry, this is only a temporary measure. I will be coming back to my last trips (Hiroshima, Kurashiki, Okayama, Matsue, Izumo, Hagi and Nikko). I know, this is a disaster, and I should go straight to hell for doing this, but I think is the only way to keep my mediocre blog running.
So, what have I done today? Well, I've gone to my first class at the Gym! Of course, in Japanese. Pedro and I have joined a Gym in Machida where there is pretty much everything: swimming pool, sauna, jacuzzi, and a long blablabla. That includes some classes also, like Adidas Style Yoga vs. Martial Arts! Yeah, you read right. I have no idea of what does it mean, even though I have already attended one class!
Before starting, we thought "why don't we do some stretching first by running on the treadmills?" Wonderful idea, that is, if we were to join a European class in a Gym...What we didn't expected was to be the only ones sweating during the whole class. Japanese people don't sweat. At least not while doing sports. It's amazing. Well, I'll go for "rather creepy" instead. But it comes quite handy. Specially if you are to do martial arts barefoot in a very slippery floor. We have been veery close to total disaster. The teacher started opening her legs, performing weird combos with the hands and her legs, and kicking the air. Everything so fast I saw my poor back plummeting more than a couple of times. And we to keep in mind that the lesson was (yes, you got it right) in Japanese. So try following her steps just by looking at her, hearing some funny sounds coming out of her mouth, while you try just too hard not to slip and slam your face against the floor. If there are any kids reading this, please, listen carefully to Aunt Willy: Don't ever do that at home!
Anyway, it was a funny experience. We may be repeating it next week. Meanwhile, I have to figure out how they manage not so sweat. You may think I'm exaggerating, but it's a 100% truth. Nobody was wetting the floor. I think I'm going to call Scully (from X-files), see what she thinks...
Sleep tight ozzies!
5 comments:
jajaja....very funny experience... no way in hell i'm joining a gym now... this freaked me out...
Wow, I wouldn't have expected less from the Japanese. They must have a secret, a kind of nationwide secret. Your job is to find it! You have a few months, go!
Well, that was quite brave to attend a gym class in the first place. Hold on and keep going!
I think it has something to do with the small towel they wear at all times. Everybody has a towel around their necks. Maybe it's a magical amulet? If it is so, it's really powerful, but it stinks. I was once sitting next to an old man in the metro who wore it and I thought I was going to die...
The children in Hiroshima might be a basketball team practising defense but who knows ...
Can you film the martial arts class, I can't wait to see and hear it
Hmm...So my brother is somehow a bit sadistic and wants to see how I make a fool of me in the Gym's class! I can't say louder enough how much I love family, lol!
I'll try to film it, but I don't know if it is possible to do such things!
Post a Comment