Oh dear sweet baby Jesus, what have I done?
What if the whole thing is just running while some guy with a shaved head screams in your ear until you cry and then vomit in front of everyone?
What if they make me stand in front of the class to demonstrate the wrong way to do an exercise like that time Mr. Greenwood made me stand up in front of the entire biology class so everyone could see what a widow's peak was?
|In Mr. Greenwood's defense, I do practically look like Eddie Munster.|
What if I poop my pants?
What if we're working out in the park and a pack of youths walk by and start laughing and pointing at us?
What then, huh?