I'm not sorry that I'm not from Nebraska Time: Thursday morning, 9:30 Location: the new fancy gym I dragged myself out of bed to make it to the body sculpting class. And David actually got ready in a timely manner, so we arrived at the new fancy gym a little before the class started. The studio was empty when I got there and David started helping me get all the equipment out: step, risers, mat, weights, bands, bars. The teacher came in and acted surprised that I had a step. "This isn't a step class, is it?" Lady. You're the teacher. You should know. She checked. It wasn't. I lugged the step back to its spot against the wall. I-Don't-Like-Group-Exercise David took off for the machines. By then I was noticing that other people were coming in. And. Hmm. They were all at least 30 years older than me. I looked around the room. Then I looked at all the equipment I had in my little space. I weighed my options. I could keep my dignity by staying. Or I could toss it into the weight bin with my weights as I scurried from the room. The class was about to start and I had to decide. Quick. It would just be so conspicuous if I left. This indecision's bugging me... so come on and let me knoooooooow should I stay or should I go? Oh sorry! Where was I? Oh yes. Yes... While I was trying to decide, this woman standing next to me (she was about 65) asked me if I was from Nebraska. See, I was wearing a Nebraska college T-shirt. So naturally that means I'm from Nebraska. "No, I'm not. I just spent a couple weeks at the university for a training program." "Oh." She seemed offended. "Because I'm from Iowa." Well. Alrighty then. Congrats to ya. I've enjoyed the corn of your people. By then the class was starting and I just gave in and joined em. And I have to tell you. Those people could MOVE. They weren't all working super hard on the cardio, but I was very impressed. And at the end of the class, we were laying on our stomachs and doing some leg lifts. I had to stop a couple times, but I looked up at the rest of the room and those women (and one man) were still going. Wow. I guess they taught me a thing or two. But for the record, the class I had meant to go to was at 10:30. So when all the younger people were coming in and setting up their steps and gathering their equipment, I was walking out of the seniors' class. But I don't GUESS that it bothers me that they might think I can only do the seniors' class. Well, maybe it does a little. But I've learned to let it go. And here's what puzzles me about the situation. It's not marked as a seniors' class, so how do they know? Why do they all come to that class? There's a water aerobics class that's for people with arthritis. So I know that one might not be quite for me. But come on! I want to know how that 9:30 aerobics class became the seniors' class. Maybe the woman from Iowa knows.