By Brenna Moore, 7-10-06
After a long day of standing behind the front desk at the fitness center where I work, I decided to attend a step class to free my mind and get my blood moving. When I got to class, I became privy to the conversation the instructor and an attendee were having about age and life.
Attendee, with blond hair and black shorts: Do you like teaching this class?
Instructor, with short black hair and a black workout outfit: Oh yeah. It keeps me young. You would never guess how old I am.
Attendee: I'm not even going to go there.
Instructor: Fifty-one.
Attendee: I'm fifty-one too! That's amazing. Do you have children?
Instructor: I have grandchildren. I'm a grandma.
Attendee: Wow. You must've had your children pretty young.
Instructor: Yeah, I have two children that are about 30 and 31. I had my first when I was 19. Sheesh that was a long time ago.
Attendee: Yeah. I can't believe I'm 51. I remember being 19 and thinking even 40 was sooo old. I remember when my mom was 50... and she looked... old. I don't want to look like that. Not yet at least.
Instructor: Well keep coming to step class!
Attendee: I know. Having children was what did it to me. I would look a lot younger if I hadn't had children. Cause I mean, you have no time to sleep, you don't eat right and you can't work out.
Instructor (to the class): Alright let's get going everyone! (Goes to turn the music on)
Attendee looks at me and smiles.
Me: All I can say is, if I look like either of you when I am 51, I'll be very happy.
They both laugh and the class begins.
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