Sit & Spin

So I started up a new spinning class last week. I was leery because the instructor's name is Babs. "Babs" to me sounds like an 80-year-old woman. However, Babs turned out to be a 30-something, loud-mouthed, hockey-playing, short, stocky hard ass. At maybe 4 feet 5 inches tall, she was really quite frightening. She yelled at me because the seat on my bike wasn't up high enough, even though I could barely touch the pedals. "YOU'RE LEGS ARE LONGER THAN YOU THINK THEY ARE! MOVE THAT SEAT UP!!" Okay, Babs, maybe my legs are the length of your entire body, but I most certainly do not have long legs.

So aside from all the yelling and crazy hard-ass-ness, Babs is actually pretty cool. She loves '80s music, which is great. She blasted all kinds of crazy tunes during the session which proved to be a great workout. So all-in-all, it was good. As for the other people in the class, I tried to ignore them. Most were obnoxious women who felt the need to yell & talk the entire time. I sat by the one dude in the class because I figured I'd be safe there. He's pretty quiet, but almost fell off his bike when Babs told the story about how her goalie likes to walk around topless in the locker room with her huge boobs swaying to and 'fro. Good times.