No Room in the Spin

It is Saturday morning, 6:00 AM. I roll over and hop out of bed 45 minutes before the alarm on my phone is programmed to interrupt my much deserved slumber. I know what is in store for me. Pain and suffering are 90 minutes away, but I am not afraid! I will be enjoying a soak in the hot tub before being tortured by Mr. Crane, the spin Guru at the Y on Saturday mornings. He is built to ride a bike, lean and mean. He has the stamina of a team of clydesdales and moves with the grace of a soaring bird of prey. His Aussie accent makes the commands he barks out just a little easier to obey. I doubt I would take direction from him as easily without that smooth Australian dialect.

Before he can pound me into submission I will spend some me time in the spa, erasing some of the pains from Friday's six mile run. I soak and soak and soak, and because I forgot to wear a watch, I soak a little more. I power down the jets that provided me with much needed relief. I towel off and walk through deep snow back to the house. "Oh noooo!" It is now 6:45 and I am really going to have to scramble to get there on time. I throw gear in my bag and rush out the door.  It is 7:05 and I have a 10 minute drive. I should make my 7:30 class with ease. I sip my Cytomax Monster Milk Cookies & Cream as I drive. It tastes terrible and I decide to chug the bottle and then never buy it again!

I arrive in plenty of time, I even see the taskmaster who will be torturing me shortly. I remember that I left my other drink in the front seat of the car, a can of peach mango FRS. A much tastier beverage. I turn around and joke with him that I am too tired and I am going back to bed:) After grabbing the drink I swipe my membership card and head up the the studio with the spin bikes. The room is packed, most of the class are good friends of mine and I always look forward to my Saturdays with them.

I look at a couple of my favorite bikes, taken! I start to look at the bikes up front, closer to our cycling supervisor, taken. I start to panic, will I get a bike? NOPE, not this Saturday! Standing room only! $#*%! Pardon my symbols. So I do the next best thing, I run again. I run a 5k, passing the cycling studio where all my friends are being persecuted by our diabolical but appreciated instructor. I ran by them 43 times. But I had fun! They looked like they were too. I finished my 5K and then rode the virtual bikes, I hadn't done that in awhile and it was fun. I finished on the bike and tortured myself on the elliptical for a half an hour. My heart rate was around 150-160bpm for 90 minutes. Mr. Crane would be proud.

I will be setting the alarm for 6AM next Saturday, but my soak will be shorter and my suffering will be with friends. You know what they say, "Misery loves company!"