Ahhhhh, summer has dwindled down. I can't help but be melancholy about it all. No matter how busy you are or who you are, summer seems to be a time when everything seems to just fall by the wayside. Not in a bad way. Just that nothing matters more than enjoying the moment. I'll miss that.

Part of my melancholy comes from some of the happenings of the past two weeks. I seem to be having a hard time shaking off my rejection. Thank goodness for the gym. It does give me back some focus and centers me. Of course, I haven't run into the masses that return from a summer of not attending the gym. At that time, my melancholy will turn into irritation.

This is one of two times I am scared to teach my classes. The other time is the first week of the New Year. During both times, a bunch of new people, PLUS the people who have not been to the gym in a while, come to class. There are lines to get onto equipment, there are lines to get into class, there are lines to get a shower, there even lines to get a locker.

But what really scares me is when adults fight over their spots in step class. It scares me that there are fights between grown men over how much mirror space each has. It scares me that there are fights between grown women about who got to that spot first. It scares me that people cannot compromise and move over a couple of inches to let others in. All this over exercise - something these people have gladly eliminated from their lives for the past few weeks and, in some cases, months. Scary. Later.
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