Prelude; Summer 2010
My shirt is off and I'm being grabbed, prodded and picked at by a young lady I don’t know.........
Nope, I’m not auditioning for a male stripper act, I’ve decided to have my body fat measured and see where I stand. The gym instructor is very thorough; height, weight, skin-folds all over, each with a different number she’s going to calculate. Then she measures my peak flow; the amount of oxygen I can blow out! I’m wondering what this has to do with
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