This morning while in my gym's locker room, a hot fifty-plus women told me that I should try the kickboxing class to "lift my rear". At first I thought my ears were still clogged from my peaceful hourlong swim. LIFT MY REAR?!?! This, coming from a woman who walked away singing along to the Jonas Brothers on her ipod, mind you. I could not bring myself to check her out in the mirror's reflection, for fear that her suggestion came firmly grounded. Although a bit insulted at first, now, as I indulge in my favorite refuel snack, I am fully confident that the endless hours one spends fighting gravity will never get them as far as simply ignoring it.
