Spun

Day 7

Went spinning this morning. Unfortunately I am not refering to that special alocoholic late-night effect. Quite the opposite actually. It looked like this: eccentric Spanish instructor named Javier dressed in a red spandex suspendor-shorts get up that would make Mr. Barnum green with envy gyrating to a techo version of Oh my Darling on a stationary bike. Being pelted by the sweat flying off his arms when he waved them to the music was one thing but it's quite another to be biking in the direct sightline of the very clearly defined spandex sihlouette of his twig and berries. Spandex - not for everyone. I'm willing to forgive it on the beaches of Ipanema but not here, not at 9:30 am on a rainy Saturday.