I am getting in the groove in my Mexican fitness center. It was like old home week on my first visit even though I knew nary a soul of course. I think fitness centers are becoming another cross-cultural norm.
The same personalities are there lifting weights, only they are Mexican. The same young woman at the front desk yawning all the time. The same machines. The same mirrors. The same good looking trainers hustling the older ladies. The same black and white poster-size photos on the walls of beautiful models, male and female, with their pants half way pulled off. The same shitty music playing. The same secret room for the women. (What do the women do in that secret room?) And the very same signs on the wall, except now in Spanish:
Al terminar su rutina coloca el equipo en su lugar. Gracias.
Mexicans apparently do not rerack the dumbbells when they are through with them either unless they are reminded.
Here are the very few things you would encounter that are a little different.
1.There is no air conditioning. The windows are open instead. This means that the Americans are in there and out before 10:00 a.m. After that the Mexicans and I have the place to ourselves, which is great.
2.Most of the plates for the free weights are in kilograms.
3.The scale is in kilograms.
4.You might get on a treadmill with the instructions that are appended to the various buttons in Spanish.
5.There is no water fountain.
Other than those little variations on a theme, which do not constitute a problem at all, it is the same old deal.