Time to Get Real Fit

I own a small Ladies only gym. The mornings begin early for the gym crowd and I have a very dedicated group of members who arrive at 6am, not a second before and not a second after, 6am on the button. They are very energetic and bring a whole new enthusiasm to my ordinarily hum drum mornings. The music is very techno and drums along at 132 beats per minute as recommended by the industry. They don't care about that though, hell they don't even notice. They chat and swing their hips during the cardio portion. They "change stations" every 30 seconds while carrying on a hearty conversation about life, kids, work with the person next to them. I can't hear what they are saying, but I can see them smiling from ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically and then roaring with laughter. It is a site to see really and humbling. All these women leave their homes early every morning to come here and socialize with others just like them. They share little in common in terms of lifestyle but their bond is their gender, they are sisters here. They don't feel the need to dress in fancy spandex, they don't worry about the little bit of fat they have earned over the years. They don't pull down their shirts embarrassed by the tummy 3 pregnancies has produced, they don't look around to see if judgemental eyes are starring at them. Here they are safe from a world that judges imperfect women so harshly. This is their world and it is never more apparent than when a man enters it. They stop what they are doing and look at him with inquisitive eyes. What is this creature doing here? I imagine for a moment that the male who has stumbled upon them feels oddly out of place. He looks behind him searching for the little sign of a lady in a dress indicating women only. He looks at me apologetically when he realizes what this is. He grins uncomfortably and tries not to look directly at any of them. I smile sympathetically at him and try to reassure him with my smile that he will not be eaten alive. He is a Delivery Man with a parcel. The women slowly return to their workout but it lacks its luster. The ladies go through the motions, their eyes do not leave the outsider at the door, they do not speak, they do not breath. I sign his paper and he rushes away, thankful that we have spared his life. An audible sigh is released from the members simultaneously and the chatter begins again.

I love it here.