This year, I've started participating in a spinning class on Monday, Wednesday and Fridays. This isn't my first foray into this form of exercise. 10 years or so ago I found myself enthralled with spinning on a regular basis. My instructor at the time was this drop dead gorgeous brunette that looked phenomenal in tights. She would position her bike at the front of the class facing us. Behind her was a wall of mirrors. We were afforded an all around view of her assets. It was like surround sound and 3D on steroids!! I never missed a class. After too short a time, she quit to pursue other career opportunities. I lost all interest in spinning, until just recently.
Now I am proud to admit that it is all about the bike. My motivation to spin is no longer driven by a shallow obsession with a scantily clad, drop dead gorgeous brunette. Bob positions his bike amidst the rest of the class and leads us through an hour long sufferfest. I think he fancies himself a bit of a philosopher, cause as the sweat pours, he occasionally throws out a tid-bit or two of things to chew on mentally. Case in point, as we were spinning along yesterday morning, he yells out this jewel above the hip-hop music...
"When you think you're at you're end, the BIKE calls for more! Repent!! Repent!!!"
I fancy myself a bit of a philosopher as well, so I smile, put my head down and pedal harder! I repent!! I repent!!!
PS - Bob if you're reading this, I like you, but if the drop dead gorgeous brunette ever shows up looking for a job, I'll be leading the charge to have you replaced. Sorry - It's nothing personal!
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
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