I thought I was looking for a spinning prince.
Turns out, I was looking for a spinning princess. And I **heart** her in all her spinning goddess loveliness.
Now spinning in the morning is kinda tough. Spin class is from 6-7. Two kids leave for the bus at 6:35. One leaves at 7:30. I have to make sure kiddo #4 is ready to go so I can leave for work at 8:05. Like many families, we cut things pretty close in the morning. One false move, 10 minutes oversleeping or one forgotten trumpet can turn a smooth morning into a burgeoning disaster.
But nothing ventured, nothing gained. So last Wednesday morning I set out my work clothes for when I returned, packed lunches, woke children and left the house at 5:45 to try out a new spin instructor.
The first thing I liked about her was her voice. Not too loud, not too quiet. Just right. She described the layout of the class, asked if anyone needed help, and that was it. No idle chit chat. No persistent yapping. Perfect balance of talking and not talking so that people who have not yet had their morning coffee didn’t want to strangle her.
Then there was the music. Loved it. A little Peter Gabriel, some Talking Heads, some Sarah McLachlan. And when Irene Cara started singing “What a Feeling” I knew I was in love. A true 80’s woman after my own heart. I could practically see Jennifer Beals at the end of Flashdance, dancing her heart out at that audition. It was an awesome hour, a completely enjoyable workout with lots of sweat and motivation.
Unfortunately, Cameron missed the bus, forgot his lunch check and I came home to my 10-year-old watching her 4-year-old brother while my husband drove Cam to school. But like anything else, practice makes perfect.
And there’s always next time.