A love letter
Dear work gym,
I love your treadmills (why would anyone call you a “dreadmill”? You’re wonderful!). I love your clean showers. I love your convenience. I love your DSTV subscription that allows me to watch MTV while I run … in BENIN! I love your comfortable mats for stretching.
I do not love the windows facing the compound entrance, so that everyone can see me jiggle and shake as I gasp for breath on my last run in c25k.