I don’t take too many group exercise classes because I’m easily distracted.

Now where was I? Oh yes, group fitness classes.

Because it’s hotter than hot these days I’ve resorted to doing just about all of my cardio in the gym in one form or another. So to shake things up I decided to go to a few spinning classes for the first time since joining my new gym.

I’ve been taking spinning classes on and off for years now but I had my first aha moment during class on Saturday. Spinning classes are a lot like high school, in just about every class you have…

• The class clown. This spinner would add a bell, a basket, and streamers to his stationary bike if he could get away with it.
• The cheerleader. This is the chick who can’t help but shout out a “woop, woop” or a “wohoo” from time to time.
• The new kid. This poor rider usually has no friends, no school supplies (like water or a towel for starters), and gets the worst seat in the class.
• The best dressed. This guy comes to class wearing better gear than Lance Armstrong.
• The chatter box. This riders jaw usually gets a better workout than her body.
• The overachiever. This kid shows up to class really early to make sure he gets the bike in the front row, directly in front of the teacher.
• The drama queen. This person would win the lead in the school play for acting like she’s working a lot harder than the rest of us. She’s not.
• The drop out. Need I say more?

Ok, ok, one more thing. For all of you spinning instructors out there, thank you! But please do us a favor and don’t shout into those microphones, you sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher and we have no clue whaa-whaa-whaa-what you’re saying.

Now I really must go grease up my spinning bike and get ready to go to Ryde-ll High!