funniculee is dredging up old memories of past literary loves
It starts Tuesday. I’m excited!
A bonus: I went in to pay the fee for the class today, and had to go into the gym building (which I haven’t done before). Turns out it’s not a scary place after all. The faint smell of chlorine and sweat is really familiar to me, and the building is a bit worn and old (a plus in my book) – on the whole it really reminds me of the old YMCA where I took my first swimming lessons at 4 years old. It’s not the polished kind of place where I feel I have to already have a six-pack to be eligible to exercise there. Bike parking is readily available. I could stand to go there often – maybe even 3x a week?

