Gym Issues

So, no exercise class tonight. Just the gym. Will I know what to do in there? At least I’m not wearing sweats. I like my new, bargain, spandex biker shorts. I feel like they’re holding me together. My t-shirt sort of covers the rest. “Cover” being a relative term…

Yep, still in my car. A whole group of high school boys jostling each other, laughing as they clamber out of the big, red truck. I can’t help but smile at their high spirits. But that’s lots of exuberant testosterone.
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Go on. Get in there. You’ve got this, Amy Munro.

They’re just people getting exercise.

Lots of people.