It has begun.
I have been attending a spinning class at my local leisure centre for a few months now but as places are limited you have to book in advance. I haven't been able to book a place for weeks. It seems that everyone and their Aunt Fanny has decided that this is the year to get their flabby arses to the gym and try something new to shift those excess Christmas pounds.
And every single one of them chooses MY class.
There is hope that after a few sessions they will give up (some will give up after the first session in the saddle) and I'll be able to get my usual slot back. Until such time I will be running in the fresh (is slightly damp and chilly) air and may have to blow the dust off some of my old fitness DVDs.
I should probably warn the neighbours to glue down their ornaments too.
And every single one of them chooses MY class.
There is hope that after a few sessions they will give up (some will give up after the first session in the saddle) and I'll be able to get my usual slot back. Until such time I will be running in the fresh (is slightly damp and chilly) air and may have to blow the dust off some of my old fitness DVDs.
I should probably warn the neighbours to glue down their ornaments too.
