just workin' on my fitness.

I think I need to start actually writing about Argentina.

Today I bought a membership at a gym called MEGATLON, which for some reason is a name I feel like I have to bellow. This expense derived from a desire to actually do something good for myself after sitting dormant for two months and a desire to combat my diet that has consisted almost solely of pizza, McNuggets and cerveza. Evidently that's not fantastic for your body. Who knew?

I awkwardly fumbled through the actual purchase of the membership, informed the people at the desk that yesss, the United States is actually having economic trouble right now and wandered into the most intimidating gym I've ever seen. 6 floors of perfectly thin, non sweaty people working out greeted me. Argentines are notorious for their ability to look calm, cool and collected in any situation and somehow after 5 miles on the treadmill, none of these girls' hair had even moved.

Anyway, the point of this entry is to describe the instructor of my 'BODY PUMP' class. This 5'2" stocky, muscular woman marched around the room in a pink dress bellowing in Spanish at people. On second thought, she may be the reason I feel like I need to say MEGATLON and BODY PUMP in a thunderous voice. She was teaching her third class in a row, was not fazed in the least bit, and did Tarzan-like screams (AIIIIIIIIIIIII!) every time a song hit a high point. In other words, she scared the shit out of me. And I loved every second of it. My not calm, not cool, not collected self danced around awkwardly with all the other Argentines, exchanging eye rolls when we were tired and didn't feel like a foreigner for once. Exercising doesn't require any conversation..it's mainly based off of body language and gestures, which I have become an expert at here.