Just sat through the first day of exercise walking class
Which was, as per usual, a reading of the syllabus.
The syllabus did not answer the questions I have about the absurdity of requiring grown adults to take physical education credits.
It did state that I’m going to have to buy sweat pants, about which I am none too pleased.
Before class I sat outside the fitness center reading Shirley Jackson and soaking in the evil eye from several bulky, glassy-eyed fellows marinating in their own sweat and false sense of accomplishment. The whole situation had a pilgrim-traveling-in-unholy-lands quality about it.
