Fall In Love In Gym
Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.
After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.
“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.
“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”