I’m going to barre tomorrow morning with two of my friends for the very first time. We thought it would be a fun thing to do together this summer.
I am super nervous, but a little bit excited. I am the kind of person who hates being new at things and can’t stand not being able to do something well. If nothing else, this will be an exercise in letting go.
Does anyone trawling this blog happen to do it?
So, I ran into the guy from my freshman year at the gym. I was sweaty from an intense session with the elliptical, he was doing pull-ups. Cue the porno music.
I’ve decided to start calling him Flex. I know, I know, it’s a lame name. But, I think I have some good reasons.
First, he’s actually super flexible. Both physically and, well, hm. He has a boyfriend, but he has apparently been publicly stating that he’s poly. I dig.
And, apparently, by the way he was watching me do squats, he digs, too.
I’m not opposed to this at all.