The Gym.

My summer is now beginning. Well, I guess it is. My last "technical" day of school was Friday. Now I get to do nothing after I graduate. Or so I thought. Boy has some brilliant plan of both us going to the gym three times a week, for multiple hours at a time. He has clearly lost his mind. I don't have an ounce of athleticism in my body. I mean, I dance, but I promise that is another realm of body movement. It doesn't involve me lifting weights, or dying. Mother decided to try to sell me on the gym idea by telling me that they have treadmills set in front of a huge movie screen, so I won't even notice I'm exercising. I seriously doubt I would be so lulled into a cinematic trance that I failed to notice I had stopped breathing. Needless to say, I'm pretty sure I've lost the "I'm not going to the gym" battle. Oh, what a jounrney it will be.