Tonight's attempt at spinning was the best to date. It finally clicked that in order to really crank up the RPMs, I needed to add a little more tension. I felt strong, powerful and not bouncy in the saddle. I looked down to see that I was finally up in the 140 range. And I could maintain it for longer than a few seconds! I felt like I had just pedaled up to the top of Mt. Everest. I was drenched in sweat and a little queasier than I would have liked, but I felt like I had really accomplished something. I was happy.
Then I looked over at the tiny woman next to me for validation. She wasn't sweating nearly as much. She did not look the slightest bit queasy. Her RPMs were up in the high 140s. Consistently. But no matter. I soldiered on and kept kickin' ass through the rest of the class. I wasn't worried about comparing myself to the little spinning machine next to me...
...until that little spinning machine climbed off her bike and I saw that she was about 7 months pregnant. Damn.
Hear that? That's the sound of my ego totally deflating...
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The woods would be a very silent place if only the best birds would sing
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