Nic Narrates

I’m finally doing it. I’m joining…..a gym.

I have to admit, the whole thing kind of scares me. The other night when I took a tour to see what it was all about and whether it was worth the exorbitant price, I felt like a timid, shy girl on her first day of kindergarten.

What if everyone can tell I don’t know what I’m doing? What if they can see I have no idea how to use a treadmill? What’s the deal with the towels-where do you get them and where do they go when you’re done with them? What if my work-out clothes look janky? What if I’m not doing it right? Am I supposed to do something with weights? Should I stretch out first? How long am I supposed to go for?

So many questions and uncertainties. But the rooftop pool is definitely a draw. Plus, it’ll get me out of the house, get me in shape. And give me an outlet for the burning anger that’s bottled up inside me over you know what. I want so badly to blast him post after post, but know better.

Perhaps a kickboxing class is in order.

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