Saturday, December 18, 2010
Only A Fool Learns From His Own Mistakes
I went to spinning this morning. I have mixed feelings. It is a good workout. The instructor is very motivational; I guess last Saturday someone had chest pains and had to go to the hospital. Kelly is a good instructor in the same way a good interrogator can get people to admit to stuff they didn't even do.
Let me recap December. Two weeks ago I went to spinning and was disgusted by the cesspool of humanity around me and vowed to stick to riding trails on the weekends.
True to my word, last Saturday I rode outside. It was so cold my CamleBak froze and my snot covered mittens slipped off the bars. I smacked the ground so hard I thought I broke a rib because it hurt to breathe; coughing almost made my knees buckle. I think I'm OK; I can breathe now without wincing, pretty much.
Thursday I went to spinning again. As I was leaving Jim called. Jim was my auto shop partner in high school and is now my occasional hunting buddy.
Me: "Hey Jim."
Jim: "What are you up to?"
Me: "Just finished a spinning class."
Jim: "You're taking a spinning class?"
Me: "Yeah, not real manly but too much snow to ride outside."
Me: "And it's dark before I get home from work. So what have you been up to?"
Jim: "Like, do any other guys take that class?"
Me: "A few, mainly fit women. Has Brandon had a wrestling meet yet?"
Jim: "So...do you take the class just to meet girls because dude, you really need to get laid."
Me: "That's not really how I look at it, it's good exercise that's all. Done Christmas shopping?"
Jim: "I'm getting concerned..."
Jim: "Are you making a rug? Bro, you're turning into a chick."
Me: "What the hell does that even mean?"
Jim: "Right, that would be weaving."
Me: "Wait, not spinning like making yarn, spinning is an aerobics class where you use stationary bikes."
Jim: "That's not much better Neil."