Tube socks and the spinning class.

Since I have time to work out again now, I have been trudging through the crappy snow slush with my cute new iPod shuffle to WMU's rec. (FYI- My present workout mix is a happy little combo of Ani DiFranco, Mariah Carey, Fergie, Relient K, and Britney Spears- whose unfortunate present state of affairs somehow produced a crazy-good workout cd.)

Anyway.

On Monday I thought I'd try spinning. This is that class where you ride a stationary bike, standing up, down, up, down, all the while changing speeds. My instructor was this fab guy I've had before who wears tube socks and made such a good mix on the loudspeaker that I didn't even need Britney. I had to ask some toned up sorostitute how to get my bike all set up, and then had to have tube socks come over and adjust it for me. (No offense to tube socks and sorostitute. They were both nice but, you know, we just ain't on a first name basis yet. If you want, you can call me, like, Stupid New Girl.) I got off to a good start- hung my water bottle on my handlebars and then accidentally knocked it off and it rolled into the middle of the semi circle which was embarrassing for a second or two. The whole time we were going up and down I kept thinking of that part in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion where they are spinning, going up, down, up, down and Romy goes, "Um, what does this make you think of?" and Michelle goes "Oh I know. This guy is SO SICK." But tube socks wasn't sick so it was fine. It was pretty hard and sometimes I cheated and just made it look like I was changing it up to level 5 but really it was probably on level 3 so I probably won't get the awesome ass that tube socks promised, but maybe if I come back next Monday I can go up to a 4 when I'm pretending.

Working out is so good.