A week of rain slowly alters things.
On Wednesday, the jazz dancers entering the workout room after our fitness class at Pepper's crinkled their noses and said "it smells kinda like dishrags - sour dishrags!"
Well, um, yeah.... It didn't help either that sweaty me was standing near the door....
On Thursday, I forgot my T-Shirt for the Cardio Funk class, so I had to work out as-is, in my regular long-sleeve shirt. Nothing calls out the Urban Aesthetic, nothing echoes Hip-Hop, nothing shouts Funk like office wear! But one must be bold in one's fashion statements!
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