Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Dear Step Instructor,
Thanks for making me sweat like the pig I am last night. I was nearly blinded by my own sweat rolling down my forehead [perhaps they were tears I"ll never know]. Thanks for making me think of you with every single step today when my ass hurts and I could barely walk the two flights to the office this morning. Thank goodness I'm the only one here in the morning so they didn't see me take the elevator one floor. Thanks for reminding me I'm getting old and my bones are a achin. Thanks for also somehow disguising it to make it like I'm voluntarily subjecting myself to this torture.

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