Hooweeeee!!!! Summer is approaching and the gym is PACKED. A lot of people have returned after realizing that they can no longer hide underneath that loose sweatshirt. The prospect of having to put something fitting on has sent the masses back to the treadmills and fitness classes.

Somewhere in these masses are a small, almost miniscule, set of cute boys that end up coming to class. Mostly, they are young men who are genetically blessed. You know, the type who take one look at a dumbbell and start gaining lean muscle mass. (God - I hate these boys! Must they be so cute as well?) So, I have been getting these very attractive young men in my class that have made it difficult for me to concentrate on teaching. Not that I don't end up teaching class, which I do since I am a professional, but it does distract me because I end up staring at these young beautiful things. AAAGGGHHHH! The torture I have to endure. Anyway, to avoid being obvious, I tend to walk around the class correcting form (which I always do) and just so discreetly make my way toward said cute person to get a good look at his "form". I know what you are saying but, HONEY, these are just the perks of teaching class. Later.  ¶ 11:13 PM