I'm writing this as I'm coming out of my first spin class. That's why you might detect a hint of bitterness in this post. But seriously, Hollywood, what the hell? I've seen plenty of movies where all the girls get together, go to spin, and discuss whatever romantic entanglement makes up the plot line of the movie.
That is soooo not real life. In real life, you can't talk to your friends because you're either a) cussing out the fucking peppy instructor for her constant "WOOOO, COME ON TEAM, YOU CAN DO IT" Side note: why the HELL are you yelling into your Janet Jackson microphone? or b) sucking in as much air as you can in a feeble attempt to keep from passing out.
There is no perfect eye make up and flawless skin. There are mascara tears and a raw red face from using the towel to keep the sweat from blinding you.
And when you're done, you don't hop of the bike and discuss what kind of cocktail you're going to have with dinner. You pull one shaky leg over the bike, catch your breath and then weep as you realize you parked your car on level 4 and your pride won't let you take the elevator.
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This whole blog just makes me so happy! Love it already.
ReplyDeleteI've never gone to a spin class because I figured I would absolutely hate it. You have now confirmed my thought on the matter. :)
Fortunately, when guys lift weights we definitely get stronger and better looking, and then head out to pick up chicks.
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