34 MarianneMarianne sighed, lowering the backs of her head, arms, and legs onto the sky-blue foam. She was stretched flat, centered on the four-by-eight-foot mat.
She inhaled the pungent odor of rubbing alcohol and smiled.
Her maroon workout top and black pants bared her arms, shoulders, and calves.
She had skin in this game and she liked that the mat’s anti-microbial vinyl surface had been wiped with an alcohol-based cleaner.
The double whammy assured that the only germs on this mat were hers. Dripped there by the sweat forced from her by eleven repetitions.
One more rep to go.
Pressing her lower back against the mat, she drew her belly button toward her spine and lifted her legs, arms, and head a few inches above the mat.
Grunting, she held the pose, squeezing her legs together, t
