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The 12 Spinning Days of Christmas

This is the requested follow up to the original post, Cycle Porn.  Now to my fellow spinners who wake with me to enroll in class at 3:28 AM on Wednesdays, 5:58 AM on Sundays and all the days and times in between, I wish you and our warrior instructors a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday.  Enjoy. On the First Day of Christmas, my spin instructor said to me, "Is your junk hanging off the back of your seat?" On the…

Halloween: what are we, kids? YES we are!

And being a kid sometimes is just what the doctor ordered. I got up at 6am on Halloween morning to sign in for an 8am spin class.  All week, the instructor, Angela, has been telling us to come in costume and a party was in store for us. This was after she had major oral surgery. By 7:10 we were lined up outside the door, donning our Halloween socks and masks.  At the stroke of 7:30 we began to pile…

Really Motivated or Really Crazy?

At 3:31 my alarm went off this morning. Yes, that is 3:31 AM. Spin class on Wednesday mornings with Joanne is sold out, sometime before 3:45 am. I think this morning it was 3:38. When that alarm goes off, I jump up and grab my phone to log into the Best Fitness App to secure a bike in this class.  (We don't need to expand now on my obsession with 'my bike'.) The display on the app shows you how…

Cycle “Porn”.

Just stay with me and let me explain. As you know, I spin.  I love to spin and now that my foot seems to be in working order, knock on wood, I am back to spinning 4-5 times per week.  If you have never taken a class, try it. It is addicting. Perhaps more than coffee or chocolate! The music makes you focus and work and the instructor pushes you beyond what you think you can do. And yes, Angela,…

For once, I am speechless.

Speechless? You may ask, "Are you ill?"  Or "Lost your voice?"  Nope, just shocked into silence.  For once, I didn't know what to say. Just yesterday I posted my new resolution for April. I  wrote about my efforts to slow down, just breathe and keep moving. Well it appears I have not been a good post-op patient and these new found skills are not doing spit-ola to help.  (Yes, spit-ola is a word.) Breathing is over-rated. Yesterday, I called my…