#izzy002

Rowan’s never been one for exercise. Honestly, she coasted through her teenage and college years on a good metabolism something that, between age and two kids, has finally managed to catch up with her. So it had been with absolutely no enthusiasm and strictly due to her own insecurities that she had started tagging along to the gym with Izzy. It isn’t something she enjoyed, rather just a necessity. What she does enjoy, however, is the pole class they’ve found themselves participating in at The Studio. It’s one hell of a work out --- always leaving her  sore and with a newfound respect for some of the dancers at The Dive, but the ego boost is really what she goes for. Plus, it’s fun and seems to be the one constant way for her, Izzy and Sutton to see each other with how busy their lives are. So she walks into the dance studio in a relatively good mood despite the anxiety and self-doubt that seems to be clouded over her literally every other moment of her day. “Hey stranger,” she calls, spotting her brunette friend in their usual part of the room. She drops her bag beside the pole, “Long time, no see. I feel like I hardly recognized you.” Which is, admittedly, mostly Rowan’s fault. She missed the last few classes --- her doctor had assured her that it was fine to keep going, that she should keep doing her regular exercise routines while taking her fertility treatments but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been just a little worried. But she misses her friends and she misses feeling normal, and she figures the best way to try and get to that point again --- or maybe adjacent to normal, because she isn’t sure she can actually get to that point with all this going on--- is to get back to her routine.