Saturday was tri friend R's 3hour spin class. It's not as bad as it sounds.
The first time I went, we had a 30 minute continual climb, increasing the tension every 30 seconds- unless someone told a joke. That day we all learned why the Easter bunny hides eggs, what a Marine calls a helicopter (told by a Marine), and what a pirate's favorite color is.
Sometimes these classes have themes like colors: We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine ...
This week's theme in homage to one of the spinners was the 5 W's and How: Baby, baby, where did our love goooooooo ...
Unfortunately, I missed the week they played "Screw your buddy".
Making things interesting, this week we all had pink, yellow, and purple post-it notes which we could use to make the class sprint, climb, or just work it like the rent is due. You were supposed to throw them down once you were done, but not everyone did that (P- I'm looking at you) which meant things stayed interesting until the bitter end.
And what better way to top off a three hour spin class, no not a salty oat cookie from Teaism, a run! Although fair warning: your tongue in cheek "I train to meet boys" t-shirt which was humorous in your gay spin instructor's class, will get you some odd looks in the rest of the gym.