…And I was wearing shorts (kind of like the pair above), and the girl next to me was concerned for me because its only 50 degrees outside. Yes. Concerned for my legs I guess you could say. Or you could say what I know she was seriously thinking: “you don’t need to be wearing shorts today”. I wanted to slap her. But I with held my pimp hand from going strong on her face, instead I insisted that I was going for a run when the class ended. She then preceded to tell me about indoor facilities and how dumb I was. What a friggin’ heifer. She. Pushed. My. Buttons. Especially because this heifer looks like she has no clue what a gym is. That was rude of me- but I’m not sorry.