Spin Rejects

Getting to the gym early enough to get a space in Spin class is my mission on Monday nights.   There are only fifteen spaces and competition is fierce amongst the 20 or so regulars to this particular class, taught by the most difficult of Spin instructors.  There is something adicting about punishing yourself in this way. I don’t know why that is. I just know missing this class sets my week of on a bad tone.
Alas, tonight was not my night.  No Spin tickets remained.  I resign myself to an evening on the elliptical machine watching whatever bad television is on.   As I walk up the stairs I spy four Spin regulars standing outside the Spin class.
“Did you get a ticket?”, they ask with great interest.
“No”
“Us, either.  None of us.  And just look in there.  It’s all people we don’t know!”
“New Years Resolution-ers taking over our Spin class?”
“Maybe they will all be gone next week.”
“I’m going to have to come Thursday instead, now.”
The five of us gaze woefully through the door at the class from which we have been banned, heads tilted, frowns in full force.  That’s not our teacher!
“The only good news is the teacher is a sub.  We’re not really missing out on too much”
“But we’re going to have to take Yogalates.  We’re Spin rejects!”
We’re behaving like five year olds who’ve just been told they can’t have ice cream.  We shuffle down the hall to the yogalates class, install ourselves in the back and glare around with bad attitudes.  As if it’s the yogalates class which is at fault.
It’s just not the right way to start off the week.. hell, the year.