I love surprises! I’m astounded by the amount of flack I’ve received for a recent post, but am also amazed that people are reading this blog.  However, mostly I’m shocked by the fact that some cyclists don’t like to be referred to as assholes- go figure.

I spent my early morning working out with a truly un-assholey group of cyclists at UEF Spin class.  These gals are both strong and friendly.  No one tried to knock me off my bike once (a relief since I was clipped in)! In fact, their ringleader is one of the most fabulous individuals I know.  She is an accomplished athlete, an avid cyclist, and an all around good person.  (HS- Is my nose brown enough?)

 The workout today was particularly insane and kicked my butt (and legs)!  At one point I completely stopped pedaling, sure I was about to vomit and crumble to the floor.

Hmmm… I wonder if I’m being punished for my indiscretions?  

I considered untangling myself from the torture device and joining the Boot Campers on the treadmills.  But since finishing this workout became my penance, or because I’m very stubborn, I stayed put and resumed pedaling.    

Much to my chagrin, the Boot Camp class I joined following Spin involved multiple balance exercises.  I had to laugh at myself in the mirror, tottering around on expired legs like a drunken sailor in bike shorts.  I made it through the half hour and again completed a 90 minute gym workout.  I’ve run for much longer than this without fear of collapsing so I can only assume that cycling is the lethal component.  Here I go again, just when I almost redeemed myself.