Remember how I said I like my gym? Here's the best reason why, so far:
Sunday morning, 10:30am.
I'm working out, thinking about what I'll have for lunch, when out of the corner of my eye, I see this woman dancing on the elliptical.
She's around 50+. Hair done, body toned and wearing a tiny tank top and leggings, and she is JAMMING.
Arm swooping, mouthing lyrics, grinding thin air, just shaking what her momma gave her.
I kept glancing over at her, because I couldn't figure out if I was appalled or if I was thrilled for her.
When I noticed that she didn't seem to have any headphones on, I went with thrilled.
Because why the fuck not.