went to a boxing class for the first time last night. i work out with my trainer once a week, who takes no shit from me and yells at me. thought having someone i've known for years as a trainer would be a great motivator. not to mention the fact that he still intimidates me. i was right. last night i go to the upper east side after work. the boxing class isn't challenging enough for me and the teacher thinks i'm trying to show off. resist the urge to correct the other girls on their stance.
the teacher was a boy named sue. i text my trainer this after class. he doesn't believe me.
"even i can't make up something that random!"
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