
Last night I took a workout class in which the instructor kept calling us all "athletes". Yes, ATHLETES.
Sha-no-no, lezbotron.
Let's get one thing straight.
I wasn't an athlete in high school because I sucked at every sport under the sun.
I'm not an athlete now because I'm 26 and chose not to pay $25 for a season of intramural kickball.
Let's not pretend we're something we're not.
I am not an athlete. I am a mere mortal who is weak and should be instructed as such, with TLC and many water breaks.

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