Gym class. I hate it. Volleyball just makes it worse. Of all the sports I hate, volleyball I hate the most. My arms are red and sore from bumping. My fingers hurt from a poorly executed spike. My dignity is in shreds (I wonder if my dignity is ever intact?). Volleyballs, like all balls, can sense your fear. They sense a lot of fear from me, hence, they usually aim for me. I have no hand-eye coordination. Gym, gym, gym... I hate gym. And then I have the threat of other sports hanging over my head. Basketball *wince*. Soccer *shudder*. Softball *moan*. Softballs are not soft. I came out gym, tired and sore. At least its exercise.
However, I made dinner tonight, and, I got more exercise then I ever I have in a gym. And it willing. I was not forced, threatened, or guilt-tripped into it. I dance while I cook. I can't explain why, but my feet refuse to hold still. It's the same way with cleaning. I also can't seem to either cook or clean, without music.
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