Spin Class

A friend of a friend, who is a neighbor, decided to purchase numerous "spinning" stationary bikes and start her own class. I thought I'd do it because the classes are held at night and maybe I'd scare the shit out of my body and it would, in fear, harden up with MUSCLE, LEAN MUSCLE.

I went to my first class last night. It kicked my ass. There were only 5 of us there, one being a friend of my hubbies who jacked his knee up a while back and needs some physical therapy. The other three were young girls and I've decided I don't like young girls anymore--as long as it comes to working out.

They all were able to keep up with the instructor, whereas I could not. Two of them didn't sweat a drop, whereas my towel was drenched as were both of my sleeves and the rest of my shirt and probably the entire crotch of my pants but I didn't give a shit about that -- I hurt. Yes, I know that it is jealousy and not hatred but it is much easier to say "I hate you" rather than "I wish I were like you". Easier on the ego anyway.