novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- lady fitness i went and did it. a little voice or three has been telling me that exercise is probably key to feeling healthier as well as feeling better about my body, so after researching four different gyms, i waltzed into lady fitness and demanded a tour, after which i paid them money and acquired as a bonus a fitness trainer, a nutritionist, and something akin to cardio classes. the gym is kitty-corner across from my work, next to the mall that the kids trek to every friday. (ho ho ho the autistic kids go.) the fitness coordinator, the only man working in the joint, toured me through the various rooms and explained joint movement, oxygen and other rambling fitness-related theorems of which i slightly listened to but mostly concentrated on the bare tinge of sweat in the air and how it made me want to create some of mine, too. he had obscure scratch marks on each arm. tiny white lines, not fingernailed or needled but razored into his skin. he knew every customer by first name and was very comforting. there is a jacuzzi in the locker room. i am wondering. huh. 12:18 am - 06.06.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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