Allison
The midday class isn't fancy. Thirty minutes of mobility, thirty minutes of strength, twenty of drills, and ten to stretch. I unlock the gym early and tape lanes on the floor so no one cuts corners. The playlist is neutral, enough beat to move, not enough to make us forget form. Ezra stacks kettlebells by weight, checks the chest cam angle, and posts the QR for the warm-up on the whiteboard.
"Scales on the board," I tell the first wave as they file in, warriors off patrol, Omegas off a kitchen shift and two elders who decided last month their backs could be better. "If you've got a cranky knee, show me. If you're here to look pretty, the mirrors are over there." That gets a laugh, good. Nerves drop faster when people are allowed to be people.
We start with ankle rocks, h
