You can shove this bike up your A@#!!! You motherf&%^%#!!! I LOVE IT!!!
Today was my 3rd spinning class. No, I’m not going to continue blogging about each class. That would be torture for you and reliving something I’d rather not relive for me! However I’m finding things out and getting ideas and so I like to put them down on…computer?
So I’ve been spinning. Doing pretty good. Sweating a lot. I went to a class today that was not being instructed by my friend, Lori. So there was a little added pressure there. Not knowing the instructor puts me at a disadvantage. I don’t want them to look at me like some slouch, so I hit it pretty hard, considering it was only my 3rd class (have I mentioned that enough already? Good!). About 35 minutes in my body decides it’s had enough. It wants me to slow down or get off the bike. I disagreed with it, so it let me have it. My breathing became erratic, my legs started aching, my shoulders started to hurt. All I wanted to do was swear like a sailor and keep pushing myself, but I’m not allowed.
I work in the television industry. 2 things you need to know about that…anyone who does what I do for a living is a work whore. I would drive 6 hours and work for 20 hours straight if I knew I could make good bank. The 2nd thing is…I can cuss like no one you’ve ever heard. It’s a part of the industry! I think I might have even taken a class at Ohio U. that involved how to say motherf&*#^$ without offending anyone. I cuss so much at work because I always have. Is it okay? Probably not. But I’m not the only one doing it, so it has never been a problem.
I also cuss a lot whenever I play sports. I cuss at myself mostly, but I have been known to talk a little smack from time to time. So when I am working my ass off trying to get through a little pain on a stationary bike, I want to cuss! And I want to do it out loud! I don’t want to whisper under my breath or think about cussing…I want to scream at the instructor! I want to call him/her a bastard and tell him where he/she can shove that extra boost that he/she keeps screaming at me for. And then afterwards I want to go shake his/her hand and say thank you for a wonderful spin.
So seriously, if I’m gonna keep doing this, I have to find some way to release all of these naughty words that my mother would find so offensive. It’s just something I gotta do! Maybe I can start my own class…Spinning With Smack? I bet there is a class like that somewhere! Now…we have to get one here in Kentucky. Hmmmm…
Well, I suppose you could cuss, and hope you don’t offend anyone. Spinning with Smack is a great idea though!
I’ve got no ideas for you on this one-sorry!
What is Smack? Did someone slap you? NO ONE hurts my kids!!! They WILL answer to ME. Just tell me who it was and I’ll take care of it.
Thanks Mom! I knew you had my back! LOL