Sitting in the back row since October, I am well aware of what I look like in the mirror, which is straight ahead. Typically, I get lost in the music and don’t look in the mirror. On Saturday, I was late and got a bike on the side of the room. I didn’t take long to notice that I was blessed with a brutal side view, of what I fondly call ”my menopausal sweet roll”. Yes, it is soft, and sensual and...