I’ve come along way from Camp Bedrock, Bosnia.
Yes, we finally succumbed and joined what I call the “fancy gym.” A fancy gym? Isn’t that an oxymoron? Well, what else do you call a gym that gives you a red carnation for Valentine’s Day while offering up to three awesome workout classes at a time? Fancy, like I said. Don’t get me wrong — I’m not complaining! I like it like that! I’ve been tempted to join for years but always felt too guilty spending the money. Once I went to some classes for Ber’s Bowl, I was hooked as was Sam in their new “fancy” Kid Zone, a veritable amusement park for kids. Seriously, Sam gets all excited to go there, and I can’t blame him! “Spider Mountain” looks like a blast!
I’m definitely not used to such fancy-ness as a former female Army JAG Officer. Heck, I was once deployed on a 6 month stint (more like a mud bath) to Camp Bedrock, Bosnia, with an all-male infantry unit and also spent a year in Seoul, Korea. (In the context of Korea, though, Yongson was verrrrrry fancy indeed, with its ultra-modern Dragon Hill Hotel, compared the quonset huts dating back to the Korean War still up north at Camp Casey.) Heck, I’m used to “PT” (physical training) at 6:30 AM five days a week doing pushups in the mud and often in the dark. And just to make matters worse, your boss is usually right there at your side holding your ankles for sit-ups, curtailing any overwhelming desire to complain profusely. So I appreciate fancy when I see it. Bring it on!
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