So.

…my gorgeous supermodel-ish sis goes to Spin class. and so, as a way to hang out with her [there are not enough hours in the week for us to coordinate schedules and connect] i thought i’d bite the bullet and sit on a bike beside her once and a while. 

with my rose colored glasses, i had visions of a simulated stroll through the park. a moderately paced bike ride - perhaps a few white parasols and the occasional juggler (NO MIMES ALLOWED IN THE PARK) where we could chit-chat about the kids, trips to Vegas, new MAC lipstick she may have discovered. of course, my vision was slightly optimistic.

the first few times were excercises in surviving a painful, underworldly fuzzy hades. sweat. silent bargaining with an unknown exercise Being (if you make this hell stop, I’ll abstain from chocolate for a week). uncontrollable spasms as my lungs struggled for air. but then…

THEN I started really listening to the instructor, Julie. she’s also a supermodel-ish sort (albeit small and probably 80 lbs of sinewy cycling muscle). but she’s got a lovely BOOMING italian voice and when she amps up the pain she smiles widely and yells: “YOU KNOW YOU LOVE IT!” or “you LOVE THIS!” nevermind the torture. nevermind idealistic visions of me and my sister doing all kinds of sisterly bonding at the gym. this odd disconnect between reality and Julie’s words sparks some kind of twisted, perverse humor and i literally grin. GRIN! spinning and grinning.

and so… whilst i’ve cast aside the idea that Spin class will ever be that precious, quiet time i hang with my sis, it’s become a spot where i go to listen to Julie and the wonderful ironic way she twists the truth (& simultaneously makes me feel like, indeed, i love it)…

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