Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Spinning A Tale...

The prior week has been somewhat dedicated to working out, two spin classes and a session with T3.

I was feeling pretty sure of myself for the Wednesday Spin Class, it is shorter and not well attended. Well, never judge a skinny b***h by her cover. She was feeling spanky and kicked our butts in a very intense session. At one point this almost happened!

Saturday Spin was okay, seemed long but I did not have the afore mentioned episode. What did get under my chamois was the lady who rode a bike like this. Her Native American name would be Spins Like Humping Dog. I am a rule follower. Okay, I am just a follower. But, when an instructor builds a program -- follow it! She kept going counter to all his cues. Even more irritating was her incessant need to yell "Whoooo!" during the class and every musical change. Just as I was wallowing deeper into my Pain Cave, there she'd go "Whooo!" Like that gets us all fired up!

What did get me fired up was my ride Saturday morning. Instead of going to Spin for their Open House day, I hit the road. Invigorated by watching the Tour assault of Mont Ventux and a Coke I attacked my only climb -- fastest ever in the big gear. Most everyone would laugh at my conquest, but it was a first for me. I was definitely the hound on the way out -- catching at least four rabbits. The way back proved different -- I was the rabbit and was cooked for dinner. I got in some good base mileage though.

Nifi and I have had some real emotional days lately in the adoption of a younger dog and it has sacked my desire and energy to ride. Sadly, she is going back to her foster. Just not in the cards for us to have a younger dog. It is painful how you can so quickly become attached. But, we lead with our hearts and not our gut feeling. I feel confident we are the only ones paying the price for a freely given love. Bree will keep a place in our hearts even though she was with us a short time.

The Cycle Continues.