Well, that was fun.
I just did an hour spin class for the YMCA - they're doing a fund-raising Spin for Kids at all the area Ys today, and they asked me if I'd do an hour. Well, a few months ago, that seemed like a fine idea. 'Sure,' I replied. 'Happy to participate!'
I haven't ridden a bike since I was about 10. I don't do bikes. Anyway, I found myself at noon propped up on a bike in front of a very enthusastic instructor, some very loud music, and a roomful of people who do this all the time. I didn't realize that there are rules. There are special sections and music and intervals and they yell at you and call it encouragement. My arse wasn't feeling very 'encouraged'. Those seats are mean. I thought the standing up and pedaling part would be welcome, until I realized that after awhile, that hurts too.
I haven't blogged because I smashed my hand in the garage door. Know what you're imagining? Imagine worse. We have one of those insulated doors that has horizontal panels that fold up as you raise the door. I lowered the door with my right hand braced against the door. The door did what it was supposed to do, and unfolded as it was lowered. My hand did something decidedly more stupid, and stuck its fingers in the space that was closing. Piiiiiiiiiiinch. Blood everywhere. My peter pointer, my up yours finger and my ring finger were all smooshed in that space.
I got the blood stopped, finally, and decided it didn't need stitches. Yeah, it could have used a few stitches. Too late now, but my up yours finger is still a mess. And in this spin class, they tell you to stand up and 'get aggressive' and grab the handle bars and so I did and all of a sudden I realized that owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
I had a couple of days of useless typing. And I was reading cool stuff and wanted to link it but it hurt too much and I don't like any one of you enough to blog in pain.
And my legs are noodly.
Oh, and my phone just rang. A prerecorded message from my local MP. Recorded. Dude. Piss off.