There I was, drowning in my own sweat that had pooled on top of the gym mat I was sprawled out on. I was exhausted, sore, and still thinking about the thoughts that ran through many heads before people stepped foot into the hour-long class from hell.
A woman, somewhere in her thirties, had walked up to the classroom inside the gym where a small group of people wearing workout clothes, including myself, waiting for the door to be unlocked. The woman had her long brown hair in a ponytail, thick cropped gray yoga pants and a large white T-shirt covering her protruding stomach. She mumbled something about keys and walked back to wherever she came from.
The woman came back to the classroom with keys in her hand and opened the door. The small group of people followed her into the room and stood around waiting for the class to start. Continue reading “To Assume Is To Make An A** Out of You And Me”