Lookout mom, I’m a pirate now

My mother has been bugging me lately about finding an activity to get my blood pumping and my endorphins flowing. She says it will be “good for my mental health” and will “help me sleep better” or whatever. She works as a full-time nurse and part-time teaching Zumba and Group Fight at four different gyms — of course she would say that.

My sister echoes this philosophy. She was pulled up to varsity soccer as a freshman and works out all the time. They both have been on an indoor rock climbing kick this month, and the last time I visited home, they were so excited to flex their new and improved biceps. Of course they want me to exercise. They do it every day of the week.

But I, on the other hand, am what you might call the couch potato of the family. The “indoors enthusiast” if you want to be a little nicer about it. When my family invites me to go climbing with them, my typical response is “I don’t want to get sweaty today.”

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