From Chapter One, Page 4:
But they took my money and gave me a membership card. And I promptly enrolled in the morning’s aerobics class – I wasn’t brave enough to enter the labyrinth of the weight-lifting room. I still had a ways to go before facing that Minotaur of Masculinity known as the bench press.
“Are you a runner?” The aerobics instructor asked me after the class.
“Um, yeah…kinda,” I nodded, for I was a bit of a regular jogger. I had done it to lose weight for the senior musical last fall.
We did “A Chorus Line” for the high school musical. What should have been one singular sensation was instead something comparable to an epileptic seizure by a lactose-intolerant psychopath. It was ridiculous material for a bunch of kids from Western Kansas to perform, and our small-town audience which was used to “Hello, Dolly” fare had watched the play with disbelief, confusion, and in the end…boredom.
“You have great legs - maybe you can even teach this class one day!” The instructor winked before leaving.
Her praise and unexpected flirtation (even though very innocent) made me look at myself in a different way. I paused to stare at myself in the mirror of the aerobics room. Hmmm…my legs weren’t too bad. Could I be attractive? Could I even be (oh, it’s ridiculous to think it) a sexual creature?
“Are you a runner?” The aerobics instructor asked me after the class.
“Um, yeah…kinda,” I nodded, for I was a bit of a regular jogger. I had done it to lose weight for the senior musical last fall.
We did “A Chorus Line” for the high school musical. What should have been one singular sensation was instead something comparable to an epileptic seizure by a lactose-intolerant psychopath. It was ridiculous material for a bunch of kids from Western Kansas to perform, and our small-town audience which was used to “Hello, Dolly” fare had watched the play with disbelief, confusion, and in the end…boredom.
“You have great legs - maybe you can even teach this class one day!” The instructor winked before leaving.
Her praise and unexpected flirtation (even though very innocent) made me look at myself in a different way. I paused to stare at myself in the mirror of the aerobics room. Hmmm…my legs weren’t too bad. Could I be attractive? Could I even be (oh, it’s ridiculous to think it) a sexual creature?
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