If the definition of brave could be: one who is willing to go to a kick-your-butt fitness class as THE ONLY female in a sea of males, as THE ONE who could be a parent to every other male there (other than the Olympic athlete instructor, who definitely isn't normal so doesn't count), as THE ONLY one with jiggly bits (not those jiggly bits, I'm talking the junk in my trunk and the muffin top and the other jiggly bits, sheesh) in a room of hard bodies, where lots of jumping and bouncing and such will undoubtedly happen, and, get this, ALL IN FRONT OF A GIANT, WALL SIZE MIRROR,
then, yes, I am brave.
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Yes, you are so brave or maybe not too smart! I hope you have a great workout and fun in there somewhere.
Too bad I don't live closer. We could give those guys a double dose of junk in the trunk and muffin tops. Just what they're hoping for when they go to a fitness class.
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