"It’s up to you whether you’re gonna let your excuses define you— or whether you’ll fight back”
ONthe large clock awkwardly positioned above the lockers in the changing area, the second hand touches the 12. Inside the gym, Tova blows her whistle sharply and begins.
“Stretches! Let’s go. Reenie, take your own mat! Estee, over here. Jumping jacks, let’s go…”
Mimi hops to her feet. A moment ago, she’d been exhausted, but the gym always gives her energy.
“Splits! Mimi, let’s get started! Tehillah, very good…”
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