Her laughter is like a drug, and I’m afraid I’m addicted.

I was a few minutes early for my fitness class this morning, so I had a chance to chat with Lori. I’ll be honest, I was telling jokes on purpose. She has a nice smile, I and I wanted some. Is that so wrong?

Maybe she was just humoring me, but I got what I came for. Plus maybe some giggle — you know, for the effort.

It was just me for class, so we retired from the aerobics room back to the fitness center. She was going to have me do my elliptical cardio, but I told her I’d already done my 5K this morning. So she had me do some leg work on the Cybex instead. Yesterday we did upper body weights, and today’s class was supposed to be lower body.

The point of this… oh yeah, so I’m doing — I don’t know, I think it was the hamstring curls and she asked if I was feeling any pain. No pain, I told her, but I could definitely feel it. And then I said, “you know — pain is your body’s way of saying ‘oww’.” To which she burst out laughing.

I can still hear it now, and it still sounds nice. And maybe I’m being greedy. But I want me some more of that.