At lunch, there I was in an exercise class.  It had something to do with cardio, weights, and all sorts of sweat.  There I was giving it my all.  One man struggling to keep up with my female classmates.

Before I go any further, let me note one thing.  I have taken plenty of classes with a multitude of these women lunchtime exercisers and on any given day, any of them could kick my butt.  All of us have our strengths and as I chugged away during class, it was obvious that my strength is often far from the top.  There I said it.  Plenty of humble pie for Gym Dude Dave.  Masculinity in check.  Time for the exciting conclusion of my tale.

Grabbing our weights, we awaited the instructor’s next, well, instruction.  She gave us our orders, “(Do something really hard), girls” (insert short pause) “and Dave.”

That’s when my endorphin charged mind had a blurry, but potentially epic thought.  What a great name for a band!  “Girls and Dave.” If only I could sing, write music, dance, or anything else useful to a band.  Oh, and if my svelte female friends in the class would not kick my behind for making such a silly suggestion or at least give me a roll of the eyes or well deserved sideways glance of disapproval.

I suppose it would be right to reject my fictitious band name, but oh how they might feel differently someday, when I develop some sort of musical talent.  Well, that is, after they had finished kicking my butt in that lunchtime cardio filled class with weights.