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Spinning is a privilege, NOT a right

Anyone who reads my blog posts knows I can be a tiny bit fanatical about spinning.  I spin anywhere from 3-5 times per week and I do it for the health benefits, of course, but there is more.  I do it for the comradery.  I love to see my fellow riders at 5am and rehash the events in our lives, laugh about getting up at 3:30am to sign in and supporting each other when we don't feel like coming to…

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…

Peace in the darkness

Why is the darkness so scary? We create images and thoughts of monsters, ghouls and bad things waiting to jump up and get us. From childhood dreams to Hollywood’s scary movies, these images infect our thoughts. Lately I have been thinking about the dark and am coming to grips with its peacefulness. I think back over the years to recall some wonderful conversations I have had in the dark. My sister Amy and I shared a room until I went…

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…