i love the new gym, i hate how the new gym makes me feel, which is old and brittle. creaky and squashy. flabby and weak.
yesterday. i took a group class where we lifted weights. quickly. in time to music. it was taught by a disturbingly attractive young man who lifted about ten times the weight as me and made it look effortless. he was dreamy. with long lashes. and latin. with an accent. and named tiago. of course.
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