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I don't tend to care overmuch about the actual content of Wendy McClure's writing, but her gift for the turn of phrase just murders me. Allow me to just c&p that second-to-last paragraph:

But the nice thing about these gym challenges is that they attract even dumber people than ourselves. There was a woman in the Weights/Hateful Remix class who did everything so profoundly, blasphemously wrong that you wanted Ancient Vengeful Fitness God to turn her weight bar into a snake. She’d do duck feet during squats. Instead of lunges she’d do, I swear, the Bus Stop. At first it was a relief to have Wrongy Lady as the lowest common denominator, but it got so you couldn’t even look at her. I refer to her in the past tense because she hasn’t been to class for awhile and we think she got her sweatshirt already (by doing the sixteen classes in three weeks, which is wrong) and is now relaxing at home, eating cereal with forks and reading magazines upside down.

I'd been on the floor already because my chairs all suck, but that definitely ruled out the possibility of getting up for a minute or two.