Thursday, February 09, 2006
Defeated
While I enjoy Spin class as much as the next masochist, I'm not sure I can survive many more classes like last night. This morning I'm mildly nauseous and my legs are still shaky. The instructor was brutal. Whenever I thought that I was going to die and that I couldn't possibly pedal one more time, he was there, standing next to my bike- demanding that I go faster. If I thought that I could've gotten off the bike without passing out, I probably would have strangled him.
The best part? The man on the bike next to me was the bartender at the cocktail party that I went to on Tuesday night, where I had secretly thought that he was a beautiful specimen of a man, even if he is white. Yeah, I made the mistake of talking to him before class, which meant that there was more talking after class, after he had witnessed me looking the worst I've ever looked in my whole life, sweating enough to create a pool of water beneath the bike. HOT!!! From here on out- no more talking to men at the gym.
The best part? The man on the bike next to me was the bartender at the cocktail party that I went to on Tuesday night, where I had secretly thought that he was a beautiful specimen of a man, even if he is white. Yeah, I made the mistake of talking to him before class, which meant that there was more talking after class, after he had witnessed me looking the worst I've ever looked in my whole life, sweating enough to create a pool of water beneath the bike. HOT!!! From here on out- no more talking to men at the gym.
