Jump Down, Spin Around

I heart my gym.  The gym I attend attracts a middle aged to well aged variety of gym goers.  

I have a tendancy to nickname people I don't know so, on the treadmills the usuals are Smelly Fish Guy, Sweaty Back and Super Girl (I'm jealous of her).  I run with these people on MWF.

On Tu and Th I get to spin first.  Tuesday's class is run by Debbie, the demon spin teacher who loves to torture us.  I love it.  

Thursday has been in turmoil, and they've recently settled on one of the step teachers.  I like her, but I have a few reservations.  She's clearly new to spin.  So her techniques and instructions are a bit patchy, accompanied with several loud step-type Whoops.  You don't whoop in spin.  I cringe every time there is a whoop.  Luckily the lights are out, so I don't think she can see my tortured face. And every time the class starts getting challenging, she gets off the bike and comes around to ask, "Are you okay?"  This bothers me because 1) she's cheating (she admitted to this) and 2) I don't want to be asked if I'm okay.  She'll see me sprawled on the floor if I'm not doing okay.  I don't like to be asked that at restraurants or shops, let alone while I'm working out.  All differences aside, she seems like a very nice person, so I'm trying to make it work.  She is improving (only 2 whoops yesterday).

The regular in spin (other than my friend Angela) is Grunter.  Seriously, I think this man puts his tension at the very max because he is grunting and working HARD the entire time.  Plus he wears a full sweatsuit, so he's sweating up a storm.  It's kind of painful and uncomfortable to be around at first.  But I've gotten used to him.  It's funny to see first-time teachers though.  They're clearly frightened that he's going to knock off on them.  

I noticed a few new characters yetsterday.  There was the Talkies, two old ladies in the back that were shouting at the top of their lung.  And Pro Bouncer.  I've seen her twice, so I'm thinking she's going to be around.  She wears her outdoor cycling getup to class.  And she bounces dramatically on her seat like she's either working really hard to going over bumpy road terrain.  She reminded me of those runners who jog and gyrate at crosswalks just to show everyone that they are serious about this jog and this dang light isn't going to stop them from working hard.  It irritated me even more that the inexperienced teacher kept complimenting her effort.  

Then there was me, who looked and felt like snuffleupagus (my bangs were dangling in my face and I looked so big in the mirrors ... gotta find a new, more flattering angle).