Hi Reader,

I had a list of smart-ass comments about my Kickboxing class today, but decided against it. This is the Cliff-Notes version of what happened:

I went to Kickboxing class.
I was sandwiched by high school girls. And their moms.
I found out that High School girls love me.
I listened to how similar Kickboxing is to Gym class.
I heard about locker gossip.
And then I did 30 push-ups.

For the first time since living in Rochester, I legitimately felt old.

I am going to be very sore tomorrow.

LOVE,

Rachel

P.S. TGIANIHS. Try to figure that one out, Reader. I am so clever.