Hanging At The Club

My mom dragged me down to the club where I was treated like I had just crawled out of my grave. Though I hadn't, everyone hadn't seen my in a while so I was greeted with pinched cheeks, hugs and a crap load of "OMG she's so tall and beautiful!" Though I am, it was annoying. I sat alone most of the time working on my novel but then a small ray of sunshine burst through the front doors and I was forced off my butt to play. My 10 year old friend Jenna decided to make me feels old through rounds of tag and doing cartwheels in the hallways. It may not sound like much, but I was sweating like I had done boot camp all over again. No joke. Eventually our tag ran us into the weight room in the club and she didn't know how the machines worked so I was going around showing her each machine. By showing the machines, I was required to do some demonstrations. Whether it was pumping some iron or doing the inclined stairs, I ended up doing quite a bit of work, as well as Jenna herself. It was never as I expected the day to go, but in the end, I got a hell of a workout and I don`t regret a minute.