Curiously Strong

When the alarm sounds at o’dark thirty, and I can’t stomach my morning coffee, I reach for something curiously strong. It’s a feeble attempt to both wake me up and give me just enough energy to get through a morning spinning class.

Did it work?

Uh? In a word, NO! But I guess, you probably knew that.

I did too. I could just say that I was trying to calm my stomach. Peppermint is supposed to calm an upset stomach.

Not only was I feeling weak, my alertness was questionable as well. Anyone else might have considered the spinn cycle stacked with clean towels was taken — but not me. I looked around and saw towels galore and few bodies in sight. I figured it was just another perk of this high-end gym that I was lucky enough to visit. Until the guy who had set the towels there arrived. *sigh*

So, I jumped onto the neighboring bike just as the class was filling up and the class was transitioning from warm up to full steam ahead. Picture lively music honoring Cinco de Mayo…and a pretty lively and sexy spinning instructor too.

As the class moved along, I tried not to look at the instructor… or at least let him see me looking at him. Yeah, he was cute. As my legs screamed out for me to pay attention, my mind noted the number of nicely shaped legs in the room. Cycling certainly works the legs…and butt. Ouch!

I stared at the HR displayed on the bike’s info gadget and wished it was mine with it’s nice low numbers. I also wished that I had more pep, and less soreness in my legs. I just couldn’t keep up.

None the less, I was there. And it was a curiously fun class.

¡Feliz Cinco de Mayo!