red vinyl? at the gym?

as recently posted, i joined a gym last week.  as a dedicated member of the body star gym, i have gone everyday except for one in the past week.  it's great.  the guy who signed me up is very cute and always says hello.  in fact, all of the trainers are quite attractive and always say hello, as i am the tall token foreigner that they deemed necessary to say hello to.  when i signed up, mr. cutie cute asked if i wanted to pay an extra 30 bucks for three months to add on all the wonderful dance and aerobics classes i could handle.  i declined, knowing that my ability to take dance classes in english, let alone korean, is quite weak.  i've taken yoga in french.  that was a one time deal.  korean yoga or hip-hop classes?  sorry, i may want to climb a mountain, but i am not nearly that adventurous.

while i was on the stair machine, dripping with sweat, listening to some rihanna to distract myself, i noticed one of these classes was taking place.  now, when i was in madison, i would always watch people taking classes while i was in the cardio room.  i would chuckle to myself.  it's funny.  but nothing at the serf was ever like this class.  perhaps it was titled, 'hip hop for ajoumas.'  (ajoumas are these old bitchy korean ladies.  they have short permed hair and have no qualms about pushing you out of the way on the street.  ajoumas are annoying.)  i couldn't believe the number of old ladies busting a move, flailing their arms around, thrusting their hips.  perhaps they are doing it for their sex lives.  who knows?  

there was one woman in particular who i couldn't help but notice, and perhaps, gawk at a bit.  right in the front, she was dressed in bright red plastic pants.  we're talking vinyl, pleather, plastic here.  i don't care how hip-hoppy i want to feel, i would never wear pleather pants to an exercise class, especially not red pleather pants.  her poor legs must have turned into prunes after taking said class.  pleather does not breathe.  if memory serves me correctly, she had on some skanky black top, fully equipped with sequins and several strange straps that appeared to serve no apparent purpose.  

this was not the only woman dressed for the part.  i saw several 'sexy' ajouma tops.  i wonder where they get this stuff.  do they go to dongdaemun and find the trashiest vendor.  if i was going to take a hip-hop class, i'd be in adidas track pants and maybe a beater.  that's about as ghetto as i would push myself in the gym.  maybe i would get some big ice to add a bit to the track pants.

perhaps i am mistaken.  perhaps it was a stripper class, which would mean the red vinyl was only appropriate.

ajouma stripper class.  

i think i will go vomit.

or as is translated to konglish, 'i will go overeat.'