i've discovered a new dimension of hell.


...and it's name is Spinning Class. Will my butt ever recover?

So, I think I'm pretty fit. On a good day, I can run 6 miles and live to tell the tale, I walk 40 minutes to U of T every morning, and this one time, in Colorado, I went on a day hike that started at 2 in the morning. So when my supervisor and two of the guys in my research group suggested I come to their spinning class, and my middle-aged supervisor told me that I ``don't need to be embarrassed'', I was like, "Bring it on, men."

Ho. Lee. Crap. That shit is hard. Luckily the bossman ended up not making it, because that would have been embarrassing as hell, when the whole class lunges into ``3rd Position'' and poor Lisa can't even hold her patootie off the seat for more than 15 seconds. Eeep!

The only witness to my plight was Thomas the german post doc, who is better than me at everything that I do, and who seems to be present at all my humble moments, like the aforementioned hike, when I couldn't get to the summit of the thing because of my intense fear of heights, or like when I drink too much and lose my ability to speak German (<--he's better than me at that, too. Speaking German, I mean. Possibly drinking.). He's always way nice about it, too, and not at all patronizing or condescending, which i didn't know was possible in a German man.

I must go again.

I'm some sort of masochist like that; when I get my ass kicked at something, part of me wants to go back and see if I can master it. Well, after yesterday's disaster I went to mellow out at the Knit Cafe SnB, which was oodles of fun. I met a cool girl named Liz who shares my love/hate relationship with Rowan patterns, I had a really good latte, I stared at the candy colors of Cascade 220 trying to come up with an excuse to buy some, and I actually got ooohs and ahhhs on my slowly-emerging mittens. I would post a picture, but I'm to tired, on account of my sore ass.

I also discovered that my $15 Inox circulars, which I've been magic-loopin' the mittens with, now totally suck because Binky mistook them for a cat toy yesterday morning, and totally chewed them up so that they snag on the yarn now, which means that I spend more time yanking the stitches across the needle than actually knitting them. So I finally bought some wooden DPNs, which is causing me way more excitement than it should.

Church group meeting tonight, yay! I know, I can't believe I just wrote that sentence, but it's actually something I really look forward to in a week. BOYB -- bring ya own Bible! (It's a Valpo thing...)

Posted: Wed - October 20, 2004 at 07:56 AM        

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