Pink: Slam slam, oh hot damn…what part of party don’t you understand?
Me: Apparently, lots of parts. Gruff!
The scene was spin class at my gym. My favorite class. Or, at least it used to be my favorite. A lot has changed over the past few months. It’s become popular. You have to show up 30 minutes early to sign up. It’s a party that I simply don’t understand.
A break down of the spin room at LA Fitness tonight:
- 36 bikes;
- 1 instructor on speed;
- 32 spinners under the age of 29;
- 2 spinners over the age of 69;
- 1 guy with a sweat-drenched shirt (he had taken the prior 2 classes);
- 6 gangster rap songs;
- 3 Flo Rida songs;
- 1 Pink song; and
- various songs by groups with scary names…like Pitbull, Sick Puppies, Far East Movement, and Waka Flocka Flame.
The other 35 spinning class-goers were singing the words to every song…doing free-for-all dance moves with their upper bodies…adjusting their tension bars on cue…and peddling like mad.
I wasn’t singing…or dancing from the waist up…or participating in the spontaneous wave. I thought that only happened at baseball stadiums. What’s the deal, yo?
So, if you ever intend to take a spin class at the Pittsburgh-area LA fitness, make sure you practice up on your moves to Flo-Rida, including a serious of hand pumps and finger-points to the perky instructor while belting out your best …Who dat girl, who dat girl, who dat girl??????
If someone asked me if I thought I was cool my answer would be hell-ya-yo…for my age and circumstances…unless, of course, it makes me instantly uncool by just saying hell-ya-yo.
Being chameleon-like, I can fit into many different environments without getting super uncomfortable. A secret desire to bail doesn’t well up inside of me unless I don’t feel safe. Safety is a huge ticket item for me. What about you?
Do you easily adapt to different environments? What pushes you out of your comfort zone?