Shawnybug

So I haven't been able to shake this feeling that I should take a specific class at the YMCA. Today once again, I stopped at the schedule board and stared at the class, Hardcore Conditioning. Surly, I am to fat to take this class. At least that's the lye I've been feeding myself to ignore the obvious fact that I need to be in that class. So I walk away, having once again lied to myself, and I run into a friend. She tells me "You should take this class with me." Oh ya what ...