Alex's adventures in fitnesss

Somewhere along the way, we realized we had not seen a single fat person. Maybe a handful that could be labeled Chubby, Big Boned, or Bigger. No one Obese. No XXL sized t-shirts. Not even for the tourists. One size fits all, and if you’re not lucky enough to fit it, you’ll probably need to shop in another country.

Some blame it on the diet, others genetics. But I’ve seen the locals scarf down plate after plate of carb-filled rice, noodles, red meat, and fish at all-you-can-eat diners, and have never listened with two ears to explanations using science.

No, it must be the public work out equipment. All along the creek that runs through my neighbourhood are plastic blue machines that let passers by lift whatever weight they can push down on it. After a gluttonous week in Seoul we walked by and gave it a try.

The reviews were good. But like the many other times I’ve participated in athletics, this was just an excuse to dress in sports wear and grin like an idiot.