I’ve been thinking a lot lately about those painfully misguided few months when I was seriously considering being a group exercise instructor. Yes, the spandex-wearing, ponytail-bobbing, beat-counting, “come on girls!”-chanting kind. I was under the impression, thanks to well meaning parents and after-school specials, that I could do anything I put my mind to. After I abandoned my English degree and graduated with B.S. in Exercise Science, I was determined to silence the suspicions that I’d regret making that decision for …
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