Your Parallel Universe Awaits
I was twelve when I begged my mom to drive me to aerobics class. And all through my teen years, the aerobics room was my favorite place on Earth. I memorized the class schedules and worshipped every instructor. I usually took the 5:30pm class which was filled with 9-5ers who just left the office and had to change out of their work clothes and into their fitness attire in the locker room before class. I was...














