I feel that only good days are possible with a pink bicycle.
It's no secret that I'm not athletically inclined. Nor do I possess a tremendous amount of coordination. You may as well go ahead and say the same for my rhythm. However, I think I may have found my niche in something that uses a little bit of all three traits. Spinning. An exercise on a constant motion bicylce. Seems I can actually keep my feet strapped in, move steadily between all three positions, and maintain a strong endurance throughout the 60-minute class. Once afraid of ever stepping foot in the class, it must be said that I've even come to impress myself. Never in my wildest gym-routine dreams did I ever think I would be finding myself looking forward to sprints and push-ups on a bicycle. Moreover, I never thought I'd find myself keeping on pace with the rhythmic counts for jumps or twisting my obliques with the music. Derrick's spinning class has really been a game changer for me. Just last week my bicycle actually came out of storage and cobwebs and was shipped down to the city where I have many ambitious plans for it. Transportation to work, Saturday afternoons in Forest Park, and possibly even an investment in a basket for groceries. The possibilities are endless. I only hope they're making helmets a little more cute these days.