The Fit-Obssessed Spandex Sisterhood

It started out as the three of us -- petite, size fives, cute as a button, mistaken-as-sisters-of-coven-looking and sweat grinding gym friends. Lately, our group has grown into a tribe of young and middle-aged women scribing to the doctrines of a step instructor named Carlos. If one has attended the fitness class nobody would miss the choreographed cluster of hi-lighted hairs, shaking cabooses and almost flawless steps; we're beginning to be a formidable force to be reckoned with. Not only that we are branching out to other gym rat ventures, as one rat tries to recruit another in their fitness movement. This proved to be a little stressful for me. Only later when I learned that thy sisters were already grandmothers I felt the shame of my dedication to my physical well-being...