Ride Like Ya Stole the Bike!

This morning I took my usual Friday spinning class. Cheryl taught and it was the expected mix of intensity and strength rides, with a lot of jumps included. For our last working song, she played a fast beat, and as we were getting ready to go, she said, "I want you to ride like you stole the bike!" It was great...imagine, if you really had stolen a bike. You'd be riding your ass off, right?? That's how I peddled - as fast as I could. Like the cops were chasing me!

What a great sweat I had going, too.

Then it was on to an hour of Body Pump - the class where you lift weights to great music. This class follows a latin dance class, and apparently I had missed a cat-fight the previous hour. Two ladies were having words because one had gotten into the "other's space." Isn't it funny how territorial we can become about "our space?" At the gym we tend to find a spot in the fitness studio, and stand there for every class. Or choose the same bike in the spinning studio. Or even at home..."you're on my side of the bed," "that's my parking spot." I bet you even sit in the same chair at the dining room table each meal. And God forbid someone take your spot. As my hubby would say, "it's on like donkey-kong!"

So while these two women continued to argue about their space, we prepared to set up for class with our steps, bars and plates, and I looked around my space, making sure I wasn't crowding anyone. Lord knows I didn't want any trouble today. You'd think people might have looked at the calendar today and tried to be a little nicer to one another.