So I got in the gym after work today. It’s unsual for me cuz I work out in the mornings but I had an early morning meeting… Anyway, I’m getting a head start on my spin class.
Amy, the new spin instructor, comes in and begins the class which is about half full. Ten people or so.
Amy is cute as a button, clearly fit and seems like a nice sort. Half my age. I usually just mind my own business, sit on my bike and suffer as best I can for an hour or so. Not this time. Today, with the good news from work, I’m feeling a bit gregarious and light hearted.
Amy launches into a spin class equivalent of a pre-flight safety drill meant for people who might have never done this before:
“We’re going to be adjusting tension through the class. The resistance is subjective so just adjust it so the lightest tension is your level 1 and the highest tension you can handle is your level 10. Does anybody have any questions?”
And before my brain filter has a chance to kick in (maybe cuz it was starved for oxygen because I’d already been on the bike for 30 minutes on my own), I say…
(Everybody on three now… 1 … 2 … 3 …)
“Yeah. But my bike goes to 11!”
Silence. Blank look. Crickets.
“…It’s from a movie,” I say, “This is Spinal Tap”. Nothing. The bastards all let me hang. Nobody knew what the hell I was talking about.
I shut my mouth and suffered in silence like I normally would.
Stupid brain talking out loud again.