Wednesday, April 13, 2005
exhibit B:
A girl from my swimming class walked by me as I was panting in the mid-morning sun on a bench right outside the pool after a killer workout, trying to regain my strength.
"How are you? Oh, I'm fine. You have great push-ups, by the way. I was next to you on the mat one time, and I was just really impressed."
And I had worried each time the push-up sets approached, worried that I wouldn't be able to finish, because I've always associated the exercise with a virility I thought I lacked.
"How are you? Oh, I'm fine. You have great push-ups, by the way. I was next to you on the mat one time, and I was just really impressed."
And I had worried each time the push-up sets approached, worried that I wouldn't be able to finish, because I've always associated the exercise with a virility I thought I lacked.
