Jen and I have been going to this really amazing gym class on Monday nights at the gym closest to our house. I say the class is really amazing, and by that, I mean that it kicks our butts every Monday night. The class is a mixture of aerobics and kickboxing, normally put to Brittany Spears (seems like she's popular with our instructor).
Two things were really funny/interesting/great about this past week's class:
The first, we got to cool down with a little dance to Jai-Ho, or however you spell it, which is the song from Slumdog Millionaire that they all do a dance to at the end of the movie. It was so fun!!
The second, is that we have a slew of really interesting people at this class. I mean, really interesting. There is this older woman who wears multiple layers of shirts and shorts, and she's always wearing her hair in pigtails. Instead of jogging during our warm up, sometimes she dances around in circles. The people watching at this class is great! She is one of many really fun people. However, she is the focus of my second point, so I must digress: as we were walking out of class this past week, she passes me a little pocket book entitled, "The way to God." It is a 46-paged little book that takes people through the gospel message, complete with pictures and everything. My favorite was p.7: "It was a sad day for the human race when Adam and Eve sinned." I checked out the book and it seemed pretty theologically solid (not a Jehovah's Witness tool, or anything like that). So I think it safe to say that either a)I have made a new friend at my gym class in this concrete jungle of Los Angeles, CA or b) I really look like I need Jesus, which is probably true most days.
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