I could.

– some kind of magical weight control system, as I can’t diet, control what I eat, or any of that crap where I have to eat less or eat better

– some kind of fun event to do every weekend, that I look forward to and get a bit jittery about during the week

– another reason for me to get on an airplane and pack and leave NYC once in a while

– another activity for me to catch up with my friends and see everyone (I don’t drink)

– another reason to wear spandex and fun colors

– another way to sweat disgusting amounts like it just poured on me

– another way to feel like I just won the World Cup, climbed the Everest, and believe I look like Blake Lively in just 40 minutes.

– some fun goals to keep me entertained

 

that’s all I’ll need. I think.