Ouch.

Thumping music. Loud. Lights flashing. Sweaty bodies. Muscles flexing. Bump, bump, bump goes the beat. It sounds like I grabbed my favorite boys from Queer as Folk and hit Babylon for a night of debauchery. A happening bar in Fargo? Try again. My spin class. I joined the gym at school, mind you I am like an old fogie running around in there. Perhaps the constant reminder of what 13+ years does to the body will be a motivator? We'll see. Back to class. Who in the fuck decided that doing push ups off handle bars while pedaling at full speed was a good idea?? I hate them, yet do believe they are brilliant. A new friend of mine teaches the class, so I thought why the hell not? I just didn't realize she leads a double life as a drill sergeant on wheels. Gawd I love her.