(Sunday, December 15, 2013) I’m in my mid-to-late twenties. I run and leap like a gazelle into a workout room with wooden floors and floor-to-ceiling windows. I’m in peak condition: every part of my body feels very fit.
The space has the aura of the Friends Meeting Room. A blond boy, around the age of 12 or 13, watches me. An adult male voice in my head tells me, “you ARE an athlete.”
What a high!