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So, did my catchy title uh, catch (heh heh) your attention?! It didn’t? Oh, it did. Sorry, I have trouble reading lips from across the world. Weird tangents aside, let’s discuss my title shall we?

It all began on Sunday afternoon. This was no ordinary Sunday afternoon because I knew that soon the afternoon would end and then it would be nighttime. Haha, I’m sorry but that has to be the worst story introduction ever written. Why didn’t I just start with Sunday night? Who knows, but I think the afternoon sounds more dramatic… Right, the story- ok so, Sunday night was an eventful evening for me. My good friend/gym buddy Anita and I decided that we would finally try the spinning class at the gym. And for all you people out there who just pictured me twirling in a field like Julie Andrews; first of all, thanks for giving me such an honorable role, but second and most importantly, spinning class involved stationary bikes. But not just any stationary bikes, they look like the ones that real professional bikers use. Bikers like tour de France bikers, not those big guys with handle bar mustaches…I for one didn’t know this- the bike part, not the part about the mustaches. Are you still with me?

So the first challenge was getting onto the bike and strapping my feet in. Wait, let’s rewind 20 minutes. We arrived at the gym at 7:00pm for the 7:20 class and the only two bikes left were in the front row and there are mirrors on the front wall- so basically if you are in the front row, everyone can see you. Hooray….let’s add to my self consciousness. So, we climbed on and just started pedaling and I was feeling pretty confident. The people around me looked fairly normal and I figured I could keep up no problem. The lady instructor walks in with a cute little outfit and I still was feeling fairly calm, but then- the lights go off, and on come the lasers and strobe lights. Ok, seriously? Strobe lights? They were reflecting off the mirror and shining into my eyes- problem number one. Problem number two- the techno music blasts on and this chick starts yelling and we are all standing up and pedaling like we are evading the police! Did you guys know that spinning class involved riding the bike while standing the ENTIRE time?! We stood up for over 30 minutes and pedaled. But, was pedaling enough, no no no, we also had to rest our heads on the hand bars, sway to the music, and do push-ups while riding. I can honestly say that my thighs have never hurt more in my life. I am convinced I was in the advanced class. I’m also quite confident that I was the worst person in the room. I didn’t stop but I had trouble pedaling to the beat while doing push-ups. Who invented that move? It’s highly dangerous. At one point my sweaty hand slipped off the bar and I caught myself a nanosecond before smashing my face onto the bike. Smooth move front row biker…

When I got off the bike it took a good 10 minutes to get my sea legs back. I was wobbling pretty bad on my walk home. Now it is 3 days later and I feel fine. In fact, we are going to spin class on Sunday again! But, this time, we will arrive at 6:30 and get two bikes in the back. I can’t handle the pressure of the front row.

Other than that excitement- life is fairly normal but still busy. With classes coming to an end this week it’s a race to the finish.

More to come about that topic next week.

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